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Hope you enjoy!", "writing": "Collared Chapter 35: Three Dates\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tIt was a simple plan. The good kind of simple plan, not the shitty emo band that wasn‘t even really emo. Hui was coming up for the day. Justin had gone down to get her, stayed for the Saturday church service, then brought her back up.\n\n\tShe and Master would each be getting a date with their beloved Hui. Gretchen would go somewhere with her in the afternoon, then Master would take her to dinner. The poor dirt girl had been forced to accept one additional stipulation, though. Master was taking her out on a date tomorrow. She didn‘t deserve it. That much attention was wasted on a meek little submissive toy like Gretchen. \n\n\tThen again, it was very hard to complain when it gave her brain all those horribly wonderful dopamine hits it normally never saw.\n\n\tMistress had been bouncing in her seat when Master drove them out to the local hobby shop. It was where Hui wanted them to do their date, apparently. Who was a weak little sub to complain? She sat there in the back of the Baja with Hui while they both held hands. Electrifying enthusiasm made it hard to sit still even for a rock like her. It didn‘t matter what Mistress had planned, Gretchen was starved for her goddess‘ attention. So when Justin dropped them off and made his way off to class she couldn’t help but let a weak and papery smile cross her face. \n\n\tHui saw that smile. She returned it with a laser beam of enthusiasm. Then, she yanked her useless mole girl along towards the shop.\n\n\tThe frantic energy didn’t dull an ounce once they got into the store. If anything Hui was beaming ear to ear. She swapped between laying herself on her pet’s shoulder for long moments before tugging the frizzy haired mole in for a soft smooch on the lips. Always by her collar ring. Always asserting that little bit of blissful control she had over her toy.\n\n\tSocial interactions were already Gretchen’s kryptonite. Michigan’s premiere hikikomori looked at everyone around her in that shop like they were feral Fallout Ghouls and here she was without so much as a pipe pistol to her name. It was almost impossible to imagine a worse scenario. Or a better one. Master may be on top of both of them, but he at least seemed to realize how stressed this stuff made her. There was no way she was going to safe word out of this.\n\n\tThe frilly furred wah in her sweater with the black and white sleeves attached looked impossibly cute. Kawaii and pastel goth in equal measures. The way she cavorted pixie like around the displays of Gundam kits and dioramas of Kirby figurines even caused Gretchen to notice how much care and detail work was put into this shop itself. It also caused her to nod occasionally at things her Mistress would say about D&D monsters or video game characters.\n\n\t“I never did like Kairi’s key blade.” Hui huffed while looking over a set of statues “It’s way too over-designed for a basic one.”\n\n\tThe poor mole maiden huffed a snoot full of air to clear her stupor. It somewhat worked… At the very least the headrush jolted her to her senses.\n\n\t“Oh uh, I kinda only watched Nidonido play some of those games. I donno much about that series, Mistress.” She paused. Reflex. Master had only recently removed the moratorium on titles. He also didn’t seem to care for her using them out in public. She flinched and swayed backwards as if to avoid the rebuke. Instead, during the split second her eyes were closed, she got an awkward kiss that mostly managed to impact her nose tip.\n\n\t“Silly girl.” Hui giggled “The list of stuff we gotta get you playing just keeps growing. I might have to find some ’fun’ way to incentivize you.” Fun meant kinky. There was no other way to read those words. Her paw quickly slipping against the mole’s skirt and her palm pushing against the bottom bitch’s heavily protected sex drove the point home even further. \n\n\tStocky legs or not, Gretchen soon found herself stumbling back against one of the shelves. Hui giggled quietly and roughly coaxed the poor mole to spin around. Her big, bushy tail wrapped around those staunch thighs. A heavy puff of blackish brown and white fur serving as a wonderful smoke screen for the scrawny girl’s pelvis to grind on that chunky butt. \n\n\tGretchen herself huffed hot breaths and raised a trembling paw up. She tried to shove her glasses up her muzzle with the point of one shaking digger claw. It was a futile gesture, and in moments she was forced to grab on to the shelf with both hands.\n\n\t“Now now.” Hui giggled “Don’t want to get caught, do you?” The shelving units were big enough to hide them both. The store was also big enough that the staff was mostly occupied with customers p near the front selling magic cards. The store was otherwise empty save for the sounds of some people playing smash in the back. Gretchen’s face scrunched as the irony of that fact crept over the raw fearful arousal that was threatening to drown her. Just for a moment, at least. Just until the paw slid under the rim of her well-worn panties.\n\n\t“Just act natural.” Hui’s words oozed “They can’t see us from here. We probably won’t get caught. Just act like you’re looking over the products. Mmm I can feel that stubby lil tail wiggling away for me.”\n\n\tNimble fingers moved in painfully slow circles around the slowly moistening mound. Every once in a while they’d slip over the rim of Gretchen’s clitoral hood. It made her blush, made her tense up, made her heavy snorting breaths come that much faster and harder.\n\n\tIt was all she could really do to sit there and stare at the books in front of her. Clawtips tapped on cheap shelving units. Her ass wiggled helplessly into Hui’s hips. Even for a slut like Gretchen there was no way in hell this contact was enough to draw out a proper orgasm. Hui knew that. She knew her little pet better than Gretchen knew herself. Her fingers finally fumbled something free from the shelves. A big heavy box with a woman on the cover. Something between a Hellraiser demon and a Dommie in a sci-fi story. The words “Planescape” embossed under her. Hui chose that time to slip a paw up under her pet’s hoodie and give one of those awkward breasts a painful grope.\n\n\t“Mmmm that’s it. Feels so nice, doesn’t it? Cool and firm to the touch. The smell around you. Of ink and paper, plastic and resin. All mixed with a bit of sweaty, oddly hot ’boy’ smell. This is our holy land. Our spiritual home. It‘s like a library. Something so… good… about being here.” One hand pinched at Gretchen’s nipple though her bra. The other rolled that sensitive little bean around in her panties right up to the point where a moan was inevitable. She then stopped, shifted, and pulled the paw out from under her pet’s shirt to take hold of the box set of books.\n\n\tIt was a confusing move right up until Gretchen heard someone walking by them. They’d almost been caught. They could have been kicked out. Or arrested. God, she must have reeked of sex. She gave the air a reflexive sniff, and it hit her. All those smells her Mistress had spoken of. The scent of books so akin to those in a Library mixed with other, unfamiliar odors. The bright colors and curious displays of objects all around them. In one crystallizing instant she was sure she could understand exactly what her owner was talking about.\n\n\tThen again, some small part of her had to note that it could just be the mix of her beloved Hui and the ruined orgasm she’d just gone though. But hell, if that was what being in a gameshop meant then it might even be worth the sharp edge of crippling social anxiety!\n\n\tThat’s what she tried to remind herself while thumbing though books. Her paws trembled holding up a fresh, pristine book filled with high gloss art for some setting she was very sure she knew nothing about. Every once in a while Gretchen’s body would again be the victim of Hui’s playful chikan assault. Fingers rubbing between her folds or pressing the moisture of her panties into her crotch fur. Warm breaths and soft kisses at the back of her neck. Far less chaste kisses when she was sure they were alone. They were both consenting. \n\n\tClearly staged videos of one girl ’forcing herself’ on another in various places around Japan didn’t do the actual act justice. Here she was, being molested in public. In a place she may actually want to return to, no less. Her body burned and her eyes watered. Half a dozen ruined orgasms had all but fried her brain. Gretchen whined small protests and occasionally tried to struggle away. Physically she could if she really wanted to. She had a weight advantage on Hui. It didn’t matter, though. She was nothing more than a tubby ball of clay in the deft hands of her geeky goddess.\n\n\tFinally, and perhaps mercifully, Gretchen felt the books being taken from her. Hui shelved the items once more with the deft hands of a practiced librarian, which was also sexy as fuck. She then turned to the mole and took her paw. Not a word was said. No explanation was given for that sudden and sporadic assault beyond how much her Mistress longed to abuse her body.\n\n\tLost and confused, the mole maiden was dragged deeper into the dungeon that was the hobby store. Several sturdy plastic tables were set up near the back end. All of them free, save the one holding up some TVs and retro consoles in the back. Hui sat her pet down right in the middle row of tables. As far from both the Smash players and front desk as possible. \n\n\t“Wait right there” Gretchen cooed lovingly. She patted her pet on the nose. The smell of Gretchen’s filthy sex caused her to whine meekly.\n\n\t“W-what if someone notices.” The poor slave huffed back. She was already grinding her thighs together and struggling to stay still.\n\n\t“Then you’ll just have to blow them in the back. Who knows, maybe you can get a few booster packs that way.” Hui whispered the words loud enough to worry her poor pet about someone hearing. She then turned and pranced off to the rows of shelves once more. \n\n\tGod only knew how long she sat, waiting there. Uncertainty meant that Gretchen couldn’t well look down to check her phone or distract herself with an idle game. Besides, she was here to spend time with her Mistress. Unfortunately for her, that lack of distraction only caused her brain to swirl and swell more. The threat of forced prostitution for magic cards was a joke. It had to be. It’d be absurd otherwise. It still hammered at her head. So did at least a dozen other horrifying and arousing notions. The worry of what people would see when she stood up from this chair and left a wet spot being high up on the list.\n\n\tThe temptation to finally distract herself with her phone had just about hit its peak when a loud thud startled her back to reality. Big garnet-brown eyes gazed up into pools of amber, and then down at the boxes in front of her.\n\n\t“Um, what the…”\n\n\t“One Kahl, Two boxes of Hearthgard, Two boxes of Thunderkin and two boxes of Pioneers. You already have the land fortress.”\n\n\tThose were indeed words. Moreover they were indeed words written on the boxes. Gretchen looked over the offerings. Dwarves in thick power armor. Dwarves on hover trikes. Dwarves with huge ass guns that looked like something out of Aliens. \n\n\t“I know you got me the one thing, Mistress. The big lunar rover looking thing.”\n\n\t“The hackin’ Land Fortress.” Hui chirped in a way that heavily suggested she was mispronouncing the item on purpose.\n\n\t“R-right. But I don’t really play this game. I’m already barely into Magic. I know I like back and green, and that starter decks are way too expensive. But that’s it.”\n\n\t“That’s plenty” the red panda girl wasted no time in plopping herself down by her second love. Arm and tail both warped around Gretchen’s shoulder. A warm cheek nestling up against hers. “I was saving up part of my babysitting money for this. You’d be shocked what forty bucks a day tax free gets you when you’re getting it every day.”\n\n\tOn the one hand, that didn’t sound like a lot. In fact that sounded like a pizza night in for four people. Then again, it seemed to line up with how much they got paid for doing the camp counseling gig. \n\n\tThen she caught sight of a sticker, and her jaw dropped.\n\n\t“Sixty? M-Mistress, you can’t… you can’t! That’s insane. And these are, and this one single guy is forty?” The prices all seemed outlandish. The tiny size of the boxes didn’t make it any better. Gretchen flashed back to that gundam kit she’d gotten Master as part of her pre-emptive ‘sorry about my family’ gift. The resulting model couldn’t’ have been more than six inches tall while the box itself was big enough to squeeze an app controlled sex toy into.\n\n\tHow fucking small were these things even going to be?\n\n\t“I can’t let you buy this.” She muttered meekly\n\n\t“Fist of all, property doesn’t get a choice.” Hui cooed.\n\n\t“B-but it’s money you could spend on yourself. Or save-” A finger, one tasting oh so very much like the mole’s own feminine essence, pressed up against her muzzle tip. \n\n\tHui giggled innocently and offered the sweetest smile. “Second, I already paid. And the store has a no returns policy. I checked!”\n\n\tFrantic thoughts streaked through Gretchen’s mind. She looked up towards the front counter. Maybe she could talk them into returning the money? The very idea of talking to the veritable strangers who ran the store was a nightmare. Still there had to be some way out of it. She wanted to speak. She longed to insist that this was too much. That this whole thing was an absurd waste of money when it could and should be spent pampering herself. How the filthy little dirt girl didn’t deserve anything. In fact she should be paying her Mistress. She should be some weak little simpy pay-pig!\n\n\t“Careful” Hui Giggled “Someone might hear you.\n\n\tOnly then did it dawn on the poor shut-in. She wasn’t thinking those words. Or at least she was thinking them out loud.\n\n\tTender fingers scuffed into the mole’s cheek fur. A small murr sent waves of comfort though her. She was held tight, or at least as tightly as her Mistress could manage. “I couldn’t get a car if I wanted to. My parents won’t let me drive. Besides, I still have plenty of money to pamper myself. As for savings, I set aside a third of every check, so I’m good. I was planning this since I started sitting for Naqi. Let me spoil you a bit. Plus then I can watch you either curb stomp or utterly fall flat in the face of Master’s Ravenguard. That alone is worth the price of admission.\n\n\tHui’s purse hit the table and in a flash out came a small leather case etched with something from some anime or video game Gretchen didn’t know. Inside of the satchel were a set of tools. Small diagonal cutters, an exacto knife, nail files and two bottles of what looked to be superglue.\n\n\t“Wow.” Gretchen whimpered “You really were prepared, huh?”\n\n\tHer Mistress simply nodded and without a word used the knife to cut open the first box. Out came a set of plain grey plastic sprues, all adorned with various tiny body parts including a large selection of heads from various dirt-associated furs. Moles in particular.\n\n\t“Well that’s sixty you can’t get back.” the mole sighed\n\n\t“Oh come on. This is ‘our’ date. I’m treating you. Like I said, you get no say. Besides, I know how cool they look. You think so too, right?” Suddenly Hui began to bob up and down in time with unseen music. Her tail swished this way and that. Her grin grew wider and wider. \n\n\t“Rock. Stone. Rock. And. Stone.”\n\n\tThe blush hadn’t left Gretchen’s face since her Mistress had ‘used’ her minutes ago. Until this moment it was probably as deep a blush as she’d imagined could exist. She knew that song, though. She even knew the version. She could almost hear the hiss of Gawr Gura as the lil sharkie Vtuber radiated her wonderful gremlin energy.\n\n\t“Brothers of the mine rejoice!” Hui cooed\n\n\tShoulders drooped in and sought to consume Gretchen’s face. She could feel her neck trying desperately to fold into her body like a turtle, stopped by her stupid mammalian physiology.\n\n\t“Raise your pick and raise your voice!” The wah squealed energetically\n\n\tThe poor mole buried her face in her hands now and whined out something that may have been the next line or a cry for help. Even she wasn’t sure. She did part her diggers long enough to look at the people around her, noticing most were looking at them now.\n\n\t“Down and down into the deep, who known’s what we’ll find beneath. Diamonds, rubies, gold and more! Hidden in the mountain store!” \n\n\tHui continued on. She was gleefully putting on a show with her off key warble. Her voice cracked as it moved towards the chorus. Gretchen cold feel her body curling up in on itself more and more. Shame and stress threatened to cave her down into a tiny black hole of mortification.\n\n\t“Come on, you know the words!” Hui cooed into her ear. She waved her paw to conduct the invisible music along. On tempo if not on key. In spite of everything. In spite of her body, every fiber of her being and her soul screaming out against it, Gretchen could feel the words slipping quietly from her muzzle.\n\n\t“I am a dwarf and I’m digging a hole. Diggy diggy hole. Diggy diggy hole”\n\n--------------------\n\n\tJustin cleaned up nice. Naturally Hui always figured her Master was handsome. Even at his most beat up and boyish, covered in dirt and bruises from a fight. There was, however, something to be said for a clean button up shirt over a fresh new black Tee shirt. His hair pulled back and a simple silver Celtic knot pendant around his neck. \n\n\tYou’d almost think he was a respectable young man, rather than a filthy degenerate perverted sadist. \n\n\tHer sadist.\n\n\tHui Sang felt grown up. It was an odd thought. A creepy thought. She’d felt this before when Master had taken her out near the end of his senior year. It didn’t matter that she was sitting in a fancy restaurant wearing slightly pale gothy fur makeup and a knit, sleeveless black sweater dress. Her day collar and ring were joined by a traditional hair bun she’d gotten her mother to do up with of chopstick hair pins. It was exceptionally fancy for her. Not even based on a cosplay. Sitting there now in Rustica she was exceptionally grateful for that fact. Some small part of her nerd brain was screaming that they were still somehow under-dressed.\n\n\t“I honestly had no idea a Cheese board could be good like that.” Justin scoffed. Their main courses had already come. He was picking at a poached Faerosian salmon with the kind primal gusto only an otter could muster. Yet now and then he went back to the mostly empty board of cheeses and accoutrements they had started the meal with.\n\n\t“I’m still shocked that honey can work with cheese. I keep thinking of when your Gramma would give us those loaves of white bread with honey on them for ’breakfast’ before church sometimes.”\n\n\t“Yeah but our family mostly dabbled in wildflower honey. I think the one they got for this board was a clover honey. Really good one, too. People think it’s ’plain’ but it’s got some good character if you know what you’re looking for.”\n\n\t“You sound like a wine snob.” Hui giggle-snorted\n\n\tJustin shook his head and popped a fork full of salmon into his muzzle. All the while his wry smirk only seemed to grow. “If I ever drink anything it’s gonna be mead. Which is honey wine. So that fits, I guess. Then again I think I’d rather avoid some of the family demons if I can. Does suck a bit though that we can’t drink on a night like this.”\n\n\t“What? So you can spend another hundred dollars you don’t have trying to impress me? Master, you liked it. You put a collar on it. You don’t need to splurge on me.”\n\n\t“Isn’t that more or less what Gretchen said this morning?” The boy scoffed back.\n\n\tHui sighed and sipped her tea. Admittedly she ’did’ walk right into that one. On the other hand she could argue that she didn’t have bills to pay, but there was no sense in ruining the night with any of that.\n\n\t“You’re absolutely positive you don’t want any?” Her Master offered p a fork full of salmon. He was clearly trying to change the subject. Sweet and oblivious as always.\n\n\tThe red panda girl shook her head and scooted back a bit in her seat. “I’m pretty sure my Gnocchi costs just as much as your salmon. So if it wasn’t ’as good’ just because it’s not meat that’d be a pretty shady move from a place like this. Besides, I’m still not comfortable eating meat like you. Even ’on occasion’. I’m a good Adventist girl after all.”\n\n\t“Yuh huh. And the polyamory? The many, many kinks we go though on a near constant basis? The D/s stuff?”\n\n\t“I can find text to support it all.” She announced proudly “Ain’t nothing in the rules say a girl can’t sleep with her husband’s other wife. It’s a whole feral dogs and basketball thing.” It was a stupid retort, but it was ’her’ stupid retort. A worthy victory in their verbal sparring which demanded the consumption of another delicious Gnocchi. \n\n\tJustin chuckled as he conceited his ‘defeat‘ and returned to his meal. As was always the case, though, his eyes stayed fixated on Hui. The way he made her feel wanted, feel actually ‘desired‘, always sent a small shiver down her spine. It had ever since she was a little girl and even now as her final year of high school neared its end the feeling had only grown stronger. \n\n\t“Before I forget,” He chimed between bites “how’s the writing class going? You’ve been kind of quiet about that lately. Isn’t your teacher the woman who wrote that crystal punk setting you really like?”\n\n\t “Great! Aaaaand Terrible.” She sighed “She doesn’t do ‘normal’ letter grades. The short stories she assigns get handed back with whole packets full of critique. Not that it matters too much.” Hui sighed and thudded the square heels of her dress shoes into the floor. “I still can’t come up with the start of a novel or novella that’s my own work. Something that might really impress her. She’s really a good teacher. I mean getting notes from someone like her is a dream come true.”\n\n\t“And yet, you’re empty.” A comforting paw brushed the white fur of Hui’s cheek. “I get it. If anything the pressure is probably making it worse. I’d be more than happy to throw out some ideas to you. Then again last time we tried that…”\n\n\t“I don’t think brainstorming is the issue. Maybe. I donno.” She muttered “It all feels like it’s moving way too fast. Even if I wasn’t planning to go to Western already I sure as heck am now. Even if there’s only a slim chance I could end up in another one of her classes I can’t let this pass me by.”\n\n\tShe went to stab another of those fluffy pillows of cheesy goodness, only for her fork to find heartbreak as it impacted stoneware. Rather than pout as she would at most ‘normal’ places Hui decided to act like the refined young woman she should be. Knife and fork set carefully on the plate, conjuring screen stills from OHS host club that she may or may not be gimleting herself into thinking were real. “Anyways, the good news is that I seem to write better right after babysitting. I think getting out of the house helps. Naqi wants me to keep watching Tootie, too. I guess Ryan is still doing stuff with the hives and Raspberries. Is Raspberry honey any good? But yeah, then he’s got some big job out in Cass. I mean out past Cassopolis from what she said. It seems like a long haul to… oh, wait.”\n\n\tShe tried to look away, her love’s paw stopping her and tilting her face up. “It’s fine.” He sighed. “Ryan’s still complicated, for lack of a better term. I really just don’t want to see him. But he’s still family. Mine, and basically yours. Him, Naqi and Tootie. There’s nothing wrong with helping out family. I’m not going to punish you because you like hanging out with your lil cousin-in-law to be.”\n\n\t“Thank you, Sir” Once again protests died on her lips. This time carefully formulated ones about how the whole incident was her fault. A whole rehearsed monologue streaming though her head after hearing it a thousand times in the mirror. But it could wait. Again, no reason to spoil the meal.\n\n\tThe small talk died down a bit after that. It was mostly Justin propping things up, and he was still savoring his salmon. If Hui had cleaned her plate, Justin had all but washed his. Barely a speck of food was left. His rudder thumped the ground happily and he took Hui’s paws in his hands while looking into her eyes. No words, no movements. Just sitting there and staring for the longest time.\n\n\t“Would you care for dessert?” The words were cautious but friendly. Hui looked up to see their waiter. The dapper lab grinning politely as he looked between them.\n\n\t“Yeah!” the eager otter chimed with his perpetual schoolboy enthusiasm “We’ll go with two of the Tiramisu, if you will.”\n\n\tWith little more than a firm nod the man vanished back to of sight. Hui watched him for a few moments until he did, then turned to her Master and smirked “Isn’t that coffee cake? Are you sure it’s going to be ok? You know I’m not exactly the biggest coffee drinker.”\n\n\tHer Master’s smile reassured her. He offered her the simplest nod and another gentle caress “Trust me, it’ll be fine.” He snickered “I know you’re going to like it.”\n\n\tBefore she could ask how he was so sure the waiter had returned. He held two plates, but they were not both the same size. The bigger one he set down before Hui. She gazed at it for a few moments, then a few more, before finally it clicked.\n\n\tA jewelry box. Hui began to reach for it, only to be stopped by Master’s paw on hers. He reached out to tilt her chin again and look into her eyes. Those big, cool blue pools of his staring into her. Icy Irish waters she could sink into happily. “Dear, I know I’m doing this in a stupid way. I know I’m being clumsy as hell. I always am. But this is something I really feel like I should fix. This is something you deserve.\n\n\tHer eyes slipped down from his to her hand. Only now under his firm grip did she realize something. Something missing. Something so subtle that it hadn’t even itched the back of her brain. Her eyes gazed to her bare ring-finger, then up to Justin. He smiled and gave her paw a reassuring squeeze.\n\n\t“Something Ozzy taught me how to do. Apparently he tried to get a new board doing Chris Angel close up magic at the pier one year. I donno details. Just… let me do this, ok?”\n\n\tHe let go of her hand and snatched up the ring box. Some small part of Hui was aware, dimly, of the people turning to look at them. Some were even taking pictures, perhaps even recordings. She didn’t notice the waiter standing there with Justin’s phone doing the same until her Master was already down on one knee. His ears perked up, his head bowed, the box opened.\n\n\tIt was her ring. Somehow he’d slipped it off of her at some point without her noticing. Somehow he’d gotten a box and set this all up with the establishment. Somehow he was there, now. Making official the promise he’d longed to offer her half a year ago.\n\n\t“Hui Sang. Will you marry me?”\n\n---------------------\n\n\tKalamazoo to Grand Rapids wasn’t really any different than heading back home. Not for Justin, at least. US 131 was honestly a bit nicer than I-94. Or maybe he’d just been so used to I-94 that it looked used by comparison. But overall it was the same.\n\n\tGretchen clearly didn’t feel the same way. By the time they’d finally found a parking spot she was already grinding her claws against each other and tapping her shoes so fast you’d think she was part jackrabbit. The otter boy slipped himself out of his seat and strode over to the passengers side door before his date could even extricate herself from the seatbelt. He held the door open and offered a paw. The look on that cute face was a delectable mix of childish shame and impotent indignation. It was everything a sadist could ask for. It took a Herculean effort to resist the urge to add in a suave little ‘M’lady’. An effort he quickly failed to uphold the second her paw rested on his.\n\n\t“Thanks.” Tsundere energy seeped like a miasma from his date. She spent about two seconds out of the car before nestling up into his chest, all but falling against him while looking up and then burrowing herself in between his chest and well worn leather coat.\n\n\tJustin was a good Master, though. Or at least, good at faking it. He put an arm around her and held the precious girl oh so close. His free paw slammed the door shut while he sheltered her as best he could from the creeping chill and light drizzle that had consumed what was probably the biggest city this side of the state. Maybe. He wasn’t a geographer.\n\n\t“Don’t they do this kind of thing down in Kzoo, Master?” The mole girl whined the words sheepishly.\n\n\t“Yeah but it’s Zeppelin right now. Much as I love Zeppelin I kinda figured you’d be more of a Queen girl.”\n\n\t“They are more musically complex…” the poor girl muttered\n\n\tJustin’s smile broadened just a bit more. “Pet, I promise you. When John Darnielle decides to play an impromptu acoustic set at Kzoo books I’ll be first in line to make sure we get in. But until that happens we’re two broke college kids on a budget. You even more so from the sounds of it.”\n\n\tUp until that point Gretchen had simply been burrowed under her Master’s jacket for warmth and shelter. Now she practically dove under the massive slab of leather. One single big brown eye poked its way out and her muzzle peeked from under his shirt sleeve just enough to see her biting hard on her lower lip. “S-she got me all this expensive stuff…”\n\n\t“And you figured you should get her something back?” A firm kiss on her forehead and Justin let loose a sigh “From what I understand the stunt you pulled to move out of the dorm and in with me fucked up your finances pretty hard. I still kinda figured you’d get her something. Probably not something that expensive, though. But it was still very sweet.”\n\n\t“I guess.” She muttered. Her eyes turned from her owner down to the well kept sidewalk. She didn’t bother looking where they were going. She trusted him to lead. Perhaps a foolish notion given Justin’s sense of direction. “I just feel bad that she’s wasting her money on me.”\n\n\t“Love isn’t reciprocal, dear.” It was not the answer Justin expected to come from his own lips. But it was to, and he may as well go with it. “There are going to be times when you’re broke, or when I’m broke, or when she’s broke. We’re all in this together. If you want to stay in this with us then that means good times and bad. It also means we get to spoil you sometimes. That said.” Justin’s paw moved down to grab her muzzle and tilt her face up. He looked down at her with his typical hackneyed Han Solo smirk “Why the Planescape set? Been studying up on D&D? I thought you were having issues with organic chemistry. That’s why I haven’t been pushing you to update your character yet.”\n\n\t“To be honest I didn’t even know it was a D&D thing.” She shrugged “The woman just kinda reminded me of Mistress somewhat.”\n\n\t“The woman?” Justin paused. He cast his gaze down at her, too stunned to even realize that he’d hit the crosswalk button. “Wait, you mean on the cover? The Lady of Pain? You think Hui resembles the Lady of Pain?” \n\n\t“W-what? What’s so funny?” Hui squealed. Her tsun meekness turning into a full on pout as she stamped her sneaker into the cement.\n\n\tIt didn’t stop Justin from laughing. If anything he was struggling to keep himself standing. He was, on some level, dimly aware of Gretchen tugging him. He looked up to see the crosswalk sign blink. Finally it turned red again, and he hammered his digits into the button once more as if that would make the crossing turn faster. “Sorry, I just. Wow. Hui. Sweet, innocent, precious lil Hui. Reminds you of Her Serenity?”\n\n\t“Who’s serenity?” The mole whined.\n\n\t“Nothing. I’ll explain later. Sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong. She loved the gift. Just… wow. I needed that I think.” This time when the light shifted Justin was quick to hurry his slave along with him to the other side. The drizzle only got worse as they went. The simple act of crossing the road was enough for it to go from a sprinkle to a small deluge. \n\n\tBoth fus dashed their way up to the door of the museum, and both furs stopped once under shelter to fish out their rescue inhalers. Deep puffs filled their lungs in near unison while they leaned against the pillar propping up the overhanging building.\n\n\t“You good?” Justin sighed finally.\n\n\t“Yes, Sir.” Gretchen nodded “You?”\n\n\t“I should probably quit the vaping.” He chuckled. “If you’re sure you’re set, though, I think we can head in. Oh, but before we do”\n\n\tJustin’s paw slipped into his pocket. It quickly wrapped around his phone. He watched Gretchen carefully for a few moments. Watching her confusion grow until it finally turned to alarmed surprise.\n\n\t“EEK!” Both of her paws covered her rump. That cute booty of hers wriggled around most pleasingly for the young sadist.\n\n\t“There we go” He murred “Just a bit of added fun. Try not to make too much noise.” He cooed “Then again if you could keep your composure this morning this should be a cakewalk.”\n\n\tHe slipped the middle knuckle of his index finger under her chin and without warning pulled his second slave into a deep and claiming kiss. Her protests all dying on her lips as the two embraced in their small shelter from the rain.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Collared Chapter 35: Three Dates
By TerraMGP

\tIt was a simple plan. The good kind of simple plan, not the shitty emo band that wasn‘t even really emo. Hui was coming up for the day. Justin had gone down to get her, stayed for the Saturday church service, then brought her back up.

\tShe and Master would each be getting a date with their beloved Hui. Gretchen would go somewhere with her in the afternoon, then Master would take her to dinner. The poor dirt girl had been forced to accept one additional stipulation, though. Master was taking her out on a date tomorrow. She didn‘t deserve it. That much attention was wasted on a meek little submissive toy like Gretchen.

\tThen again, it was very hard to complain when it gave her brain all those horribly wonderful dopamine hits it normally never saw.

\tMistress had been bouncing in her seat when Master drove them out to the local hobby shop. It was where Hui wanted them to do their date, apparently. Who was a weak little sub to complain? She sat there in the back of the Baja with Hui while they both held hands. Electrifying enthusiasm made it hard to sit still even for a rock like her. It didn‘t matter what Mistress had planned, Gretchen was starved for her goddess‘ attention. So when Justin dropped them off and made his way off to class she couldn’t help but let a weak and papery smile cross her face.

\tHui saw that smile. She returned it with a laser beam of enthusiasm. Then, she yanked her useless mole girl along towards the shop.

\tThe frantic energy didn’t dull an ounce once they got into the store. If anything Hui was beaming ear to ear. She swapped between laying herself on her pet’s shoulder for long moments before tugging the frizzy haired mole in for a soft smooch on the lips. Always by her collar ring. Always asserting that little bit of blissful control she had over her toy.

\tSocial interactions were already Gretchen’s kryptonite. Michigan’s premiere hikikomori looked at everyone around her in that shop like they were feral Fallout Ghouls and here she was without so much as a pipe pistol to her name. It was almost impossible to imagine a worse scenario. Or a better one. Master may be on top of both of them, but he at least seemed to realize how stressed this stuff made her. There was no way she was going to safe word out of this.

\tThe frilly furred wah in her sweater with the black and white sleeves attached looked impossibly cute. Kawaii and pastel goth in equal measures. The way she cavorted pixie like around the displays of Gundam kits and dioramas of Kirby figurines even caused Gretchen to notice how much care and detail work was put into this shop itself. It also caused her to nod occasionally at things her Mistress would say about D&D monsters or video game characters.

\t“I never did like Kairi’s key blade.” Hui huffed while looking over a set of statues “It’s way too over-designed for a basic one.”

\tThe poor mole maiden huffed a snoot full of air to clear her stupor. It somewhat worked… At the very least the headrush jolted her to her senses.

\t“Oh uh, I kinda only watched Nidonido play some of those games. I donno much about that series, Mistress.” She paused. Reflex. Master had only recently removed the moratorium on titles. He also didn’t seem to care for her using them out in public. She flinched and swayed backwards as if to avoid the rebuke. Instead, during the split second her eyes were closed, she got an awkward kiss that mostly managed to impact her nose tip.

\t“Silly girl.” Hui giggled “The list of stuff we gotta get you playing just keeps growing. I might have to find some ’fun’ way to incentivize you.” Fun meant kinky. There was no other way to read those words. Her paw quickly slipping against the mole’s skirt and her palm pushing against the bottom bitch’s heavily protected sex drove the point home even further.

\tStocky legs or not, Gretchen soon found herself stumbling back against one of the shelves. Hui giggled quietly and roughly coaxed the poor mole to spin around. Her big, bushy tail wrapped around those staunch thighs. A heavy puff of blackish brown and white fur serving as a wonderful smoke screen for the scrawny girl’s pelvis to grind on that chunky butt.

\tGretchen herself huffed hot breaths and raised a trembling paw up. She tried to shove her glasses up her muzzle with the point of one shaking digger claw. It was a futile gesture, and in moments she was forced to grab on to the shelf with both hands.

\t“Now now.” Hui giggled “Don’t want to get caught, do you?” The shelving units were big enough to hide them both. The store was also big enough that the staff was mostly occupied with customers p near the front selling magic cards. The store was otherwise empty save for the sounds of some people playing smash in the back. Gretchen’s face scrunched as the irony of that fact crept over the raw fearful arousal that was threatening to drown her. Just for a moment, at least. Just until the paw slid under the rim of her well-worn panties.

\t“Just act natural.” Hui’s words oozed “They can’t see us from here. We probably won’t get caught. Just act like you’re looking over the products. Mmm I can feel that stubby lil tail wiggling away for me.”

\tNimble fingers moved in painfully slow circles around the slowly moistening mound. Every once in a while they’d slip over the rim of Gretchen’s clitoral hood. It made her blush, made her tense up, made her heavy snorting breaths come that much faster and harder.

\tIt was all she could really do to sit there and stare at the books in front of her. Clawtips tapped on cheap shelving units. Her ass wiggled helplessly into Hui’s hips. Even for a slut like Gretchen there was no way in hell this contact was enough to draw out a proper orgasm. Hui knew that. She knew her little pet better than Gretchen knew herself. Her fingers finally fumbled something free from the shelves. A big heavy box with a woman on the cover. Something between a Hellraiser demon and a Dommie in a sci-fi story. The words “Planescape” embossed under her. Hui chose that time to slip a paw up under her pet’s hoodie and give one of those awkward breasts a painful grope.

\t“Mmmm that’s it. Feels so nice, doesn’t it? Cool and firm to the touch. The smell around you. Of ink and paper, plastic and resin. All mixed with a bit of sweaty, oddly hot ’boy’ smell. This is our holy land. Our spiritual home. It‘s like a library. Something so… good… about being here.” One hand pinched at Gretchen’s nipple though her bra. The other rolled that sensitive little bean around in her panties right up to the point where a moan was inevitable. She then stopped, shifted, and pulled the paw out from under her pet’s shirt to take hold of the box set of books.

\tIt was a confusing move right up until Gretchen heard someone walking by them. They’d almost been caught. They could have been kicked out. Or arrested. God, she must have reeked of sex. She gave the air a reflexive sniff, and it hit her. All those smells her Mistress had spoken of. The scent of books so akin to those in a Library mixed with other, unfamiliar odors. The bright colors and curious displays of objects all around them. In one crystallizing instant she was sure she could understand exactly what her owner was talking about.

\tThen again, some small part of her had to note that it could just be the mix of her beloved Hui and the ruined orgasm she’d just gone though. But hell, if that was what being in a gameshop meant then it might even be worth the sharp edge of crippling social anxiety!

\tThat’s what she tried to remind herself while thumbing though books. Her paws trembled holding up a fresh, pristine book filled with high gloss art for some setting she was very sure she knew nothing about. Every once in a while Gretchen’s body would again be the victim of Hui’s playful chikan assault. Fingers rubbing between her folds or pressing the moisture of her panties into her crotch fur. Warm breaths and soft kisses at the back of her neck. Far less chaste kisses when she was sure they were alone. They were both consenting.

\tClearly staged videos of one girl ’forcing herself’ on another in various places around Japan didn’t do the actual act justice. Here she was, being molested in public. In a place she may actually want to return to, no less. Her body burned and her eyes watered. Half a dozen ruined orgasms had all but fried her brain. Gretchen whined small protests and occasionally tried to struggle away. Physically she could if she really wanted to. She had a weight advantage on Hui. It didn’t matter, though. She was nothing more than a tubby ball of clay in the deft hands of her geeky goddess.

\tFinally, and perhaps mercifully, Gretchen felt the books being taken from her. Hui shelved the items once more with the deft hands of a practiced librarian, which was also sexy as fuck. She then turned to the mole and took her paw. Not a word was said. No explanation was given for that sudden and sporadic assault beyond how much her Mistress longed to abuse her body.

\tLost and confused, the mole maiden was dragged deeper into the dungeon that was the hobby store. Several sturdy plastic tables were set up near the back end. All of them free, save the one holding up some TVs and retro consoles in the back. Hui sat her pet down right in the middle row of tables. As far from both the Smash players and front desk as possible.

\t“Wait right there” Gretchen cooed lovingly. She patted her pet on the nose. The smell of Gretchen’s filthy sex caused her to whine meekly.

\t“W-what if someone notices.” The poor slave huffed back. She was already grinding her thighs together and struggling to stay still.

\t“Then you’ll just have to blow them in the back. Who knows, maybe you can get a few booster packs that way.” Hui whispered the words loud enough to worry her poor pet about someone hearing. She then turned and pranced off to the rows of shelves once more.

\tGod only knew how long she sat, waiting there. Uncertainty meant that Gretchen couldn’t well look down to check her phone or distract herself with an idle game. Besides, she was here to spend time with her Mistress. Unfortunately for her, that lack of distraction only caused her brain to swirl and swell more. The threat of forced prostitution for magic cards was a joke. It had to be. It’d be absurd otherwise. It still hammered at her head. So did at least a dozen other horrifying and arousing notions. The worry of what people would see when she stood up from this chair and left a wet spot being high up on the list.

\tThe temptation to finally distract herself with her phone had just about hit its peak when a loud thud startled her back to reality. Big garnet-brown eyes gazed up into pools of amber, and then down at the boxes in front of her.

\t“Um, what the…”

\t“One Kahl, Two boxes of Hearthgard, Two boxes of Thunderkin and two boxes of Pioneers. You already have the land fortress.”

\tThose were indeed words. Moreover they were indeed words written on the boxes. Gretchen looked over the offerings. Dwarves in thick power armor. Dwarves on hover trikes. Dwarves with huge ass guns that looked like something out of Aliens.

\t“I know you got me the one thing, Mistress. The big lunar rover looking thing.”

\t“The hackin’ Land Fortress.” Hui chirped in a way that heavily suggested she was mispronouncing the item on purpose.

\t“R-right. But I don’t really play this game. I’m already barely into Magic. I know I like back and green, and that starter decks are way too expensive. But that’s it.”

\t“That’s plenty” the red panda girl wasted no time in plopping herself down by her second love. Arm and tail both warped around Gretchen’s shoulder. A warm cheek nestling up against hers. “I was saving up part of my babysitting money for this. You’d be shocked what forty bucks a day tax free gets you when you’re getting it every day.”

\tOn the one hand, that didn’t sound like a lot. In fact that sounded like a pizza night in for four people. Then again, it seemed to line up with how much they got paid for doing the camp counseling gig.

\tThen she caught sight of a sticker, and her jaw dropped.

\t“Sixty? M-Mistress, you can’t… you can’t! That’s insane. And these are, and this one single guy is forty?” The prices all seemed outlandish. The tiny size of the boxes didn’t make it any better. Gretchen flashed back to that gundam kit she’d gotten Master as part of her pre-emptive ‘sorry about my family’ gift. The resulting model couldn’t’ have been more than six inches tall while the box itself was big enough to squeeze an app controlled sex toy into.

\tHow fucking small were these things even going to be?

\t“I can’t let you buy this.” She muttered meekly

\t“Fist of all, property doesn’t get a choice.” Hui cooed.

\t“B-but it’s money you could spend on yourself. Or save-” A finger, one tasting oh so very much like the mole’s own feminine essence, pressed up against her muzzle tip.

\tHui giggled innocently and offered the sweetest smile. “Second, I already paid. And the store has a no returns policy. I checked!”

\tFrantic thoughts streaked through Gretchen’s mind. She looked up towards the front counter. Maybe she could talk them into returning the money? The very idea of talking to the veritable strangers who ran the store was a nightmare. Still there had to be some way out of it. She wanted to speak. She longed to insist that this was too much. That this whole thing was an absurd waste of money when it could and should be spent pampering herself. How the filthy little dirt girl didn’t deserve anything. In fact she should be paying her Mistress. She should be some weak little simpy pay-pig!

\t“Careful” Hui Giggled “Someone might hear you.

\tOnly then did it dawn on the poor shut-in. She wasn’t thinking those words. Or at least she was thinking them out loud.

\tTender fingers scuffed into the mole’s cheek fur. A small murr sent waves of comfort though her. She was held tight, or at least as tightly as her Mistress could manage. “I couldn’t get a car if I wanted to. My parents won’t let me drive. Besides, I still have plenty of money to pamper myself. As for savings, I set aside a third of every check, so I’m good. I was planning this since I started sitting for Naqi. Let me spoil you a bit. Plus then I can watch you either curb stomp or utterly fall flat in the face of Master’s Ravenguard. That alone is worth the price of admission.

\tHui’s purse hit the table and in a flash out came a small leather case etched with something from some anime or video game Gretchen didn’t know. Inside of the satchel were a set of tools. Small diagonal cutters, an exacto knife, nail files and two bottles of what looked to be superglue.

\t“Wow.” Gretchen whimpered “You really were prepared, huh?”

\tHer Mistress simply nodded and without a word used the knife to cut open the first box. Out came a set of plain grey plastic sprues, all adorned with various tiny body parts including a large selection of heads from various dirt-associated furs. Moles in particular.

\t“Well that’s sixty you can’t get back.” the mole sighed

\t“Oh come on. This is ‘our’ date. I’m treating you. Like I said, you get no say. Besides, I know how cool they look. You think so too, right?” Suddenly Hui began to bob up and down in time with unseen music. Her tail swished this way and that. Her grin grew wider and wider.

\t“Rock. Stone. Rock. And. Stone.”

\tThe blush hadn’t left Gretchen’s face since her Mistress had ‘used’ her minutes ago. Until this moment it was probably as deep a blush as she’d imagined could exist. She knew that song, though. She even knew the version. She could almost hear the hiss of Gawr Gura as the lil sharkie Vtuber radiated her wonderful gremlin energy.

\t“Brothers of the mine rejoice!” Hui cooed

\tShoulders drooped in and sought to consume Gretchen’s face. She could feel her neck trying desperately to fold into her body like a turtle, stopped by her stupid mammalian physiology.

\t“Raise your pick and raise your voice!” The wah squealed energetically

\tThe poor mole buried her face in her hands now and whined out something that may have been the next line or a cry for help. Even she wasn’t sure. She did part her diggers long enough to look at the people around her, noticing most were looking at them now.

\t“Down and down into the deep, who known’s what we’ll find beneath. Diamonds, rubies, gold and more! Hidden in the mountain store!”

\tHui continued on. She was gleefully putting on a show with her off key warble. Her voice cracked as it moved towards the chorus. Gretchen cold feel her body curling up in on itself more and more. Shame and stress threatened to cave her down into a tiny black hole of mortification.

\t“Come on, you know the words!” Hui cooed into her ear. She waved her paw to conduct the invisible music along. On tempo if not on key. In spite of everything. In spite of her body, every fiber of her being and her soul screaming out against it, Gretchen could feel the words slipping quietly from her muzzle.

\t“I am a dwarf and I’m digging a hole. Diggy diggy hole. Diggy diggy hole”

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\tJustin cleaned up nice. Naturally Hui always figured her Master was handsome. Even at his most beat up and boyish, covered in dirt and bruises from a fight. There was, however, something to be said for a clean button up shirt over a fresh new black Tee shirt. His hair pulled back and a simple silver Celtic knot pendant around his neck.

\tYou’d almost think he was a respectable young man, rather than a filthy degenerate perverted sadist.

\tHer sadist.

\tHui Sang felt grown up. It was an odd thought. A creepy thought. She’d felt this before when Master had taken her out near the end of his senior year. It didn’t matter that she was sitting in a fancy restaurant wearing slightly pale gothy fur makeup and a knit, sleeveless black sweater dress. Her day collar and ring were joined by a traditional hair bun she’d gotten her mother to do up with of chopstick hair pins. It was exceptionally fancy for her. Not even based on a cosplay. Sitting there now in Rustica she was exceptionally grateful for that fact. Some small part of her nerd brain was screaming that they were still somehow under-dressed.

\t“I honestly had no idea a Cheese board could be good like that.” Justin scoffed. Their main courses had already come. He was picking at a poached Faerosian salmon with the kind primal gusto only an otter could muster. Yet now and then he went back to the mostly empty board of cheeses and accoutrements they had started the meal with.

\t“I’m still shocked that honey can work with cheese. I keep thinking of when your Gramma would give us those loaves of white bread with honey on them for ’breakfast’ before church sometimes.”

\t“Yeah but our family mostly dabbled in wildflower honey. I think the one they got for this board was a clover honey. Really good one, too. People think it’s ’plain’ but it’s got some good character if you know what you’re looking for.”

\t“You sound like a wine snob.” Hui giggle-snorted

\tJustin shook his head and popped a fork full of salmon into his muzzle. All the while his wry smirk only seemed to grow. “If I ever drink anything it’s gonna be mead. Which is honey wine. So that fits, I guess. Then again I think I’d rather avoid some of the family demons if I can. Does suck a bit though that we can’t drink on a night like this.”

\t“What? So you can spend another hundred dollars you don’t have trying to impress me? Master, you liked it. You put a collar on it. You don’t need to splurge on me.”

\t“Isn’t that more or less what Gretchen said this morning?” The boy scoffed back.

\tHui sighed and sipped her tea. Admittedly she ’did’ walk right into that one. On the other hand she could argue that she didn’t have bills to pay, but there was no sense in ruining the night with any of that.

\t“You’re absolutely positive you don’t want any?” Her Master offered p a fork full of salmon. He was clearly trying to change the subject. Sweet and oblivious as always.

\tThe red panda girl shook her head and scooted back a bit in her seat. “I’m pretty sure my Gnocchi costs just as much as your salmon. So if it wasn’t ’as good’ just because it’s not meat that’d be a pretty shady move from a place like this. Besides, I’m still not comfortable eating meat like you. Even ’on occasion’. I’m a good Adventist girl after all.”

\t“Yuh huh. And the polyamory? The many, many kinks we go though on a near constant basis? The D/s stuff?”

\t“I can find text to support it all.” She announced proudly “Ain’t nothing in the rules say a girl can’t sleep with her husband’s other wife. It’s a whole feral dogs and basketball thing.”  It was a stupid retort, but it was ’her’ stupid retort. A worthy victory in their verbal sparring which demanded the consumption of another delicious Gnocchi.

\tJustin chuckled as he conceited his ‘defeat‘ and returned to his meal. As was always the case, though, his eyes stayed fixated on Hui. The way he made her feel wanted, feel actually ‘desired‘, always sent a small shiver down her spine. It had ever since she was a little girl and even now as her final year of high school neared its end the feeling had only grown stronger.

\t“Before I forget,” He chimed between bites “how’s the writing class going? You’ve been kind of quiet about that lately. Isn’t your teacher the woman who wrote that crystal punk setting you really like?”

\t “Great! Aaaaand Terrible.” She sighed “She doesn’t do ‘normal’ letter grades. The short stories she assigns get handed back with whole packets full of critique. Not that it matters too much.” Hui sighed and thudded the square heels of her dress shoes into the floor. “I still can’t come up with the start of a novel or novella that’s my own work. Something that might really impress her. She’s really a good teacher. I mean getting notes from someone like her is a dream come true.”

\t“And yet, you’re empty.” A comforting paw brushed the white fur of Hui’s cheek. “I get it. If anything the pressure is probably making it worse. I’d be more than happy to throw out some ideas to you. Then again last time we tried that…”

\t“I don’t think brainstorming is the issue. Maybe. I donno.” She muttered “It all feels like it’s moving way too fast. Even if I wasn’t planning to go to Western already I sure as heck am now. Even if there’s only a slim chance I could end up in another one of her classes I can’t let this pass me by.”

\tShe went to stab another of those fluffy pillows of cheesy goodness, only for her fork to find heartbreak as it impacted stoneware. Rather than pout as she would at most ‘normal’ places Hui decided to act like the refined young woman she should be. Knife and fork set carefully on the plate, conjuring screen stills from OHS host club that she may or may not be gimleting herself into thinking were real. “Anyways, the good news is that I seem to write better right after babysitting. I think getting out of the house helps. Naqi wants me to keep watching Tootie, too. I guess Ryan is still doing stuff with the hives and Raspberries. Is Raspberry honey any good? But yeah, then he’s got some big job out in Cass. I mean out past Cassopolis from what she said. It seems like a long haul to… oh, wait.”

\tShe tried to look away, her love’s paw stopping her and tilting her face up. “It’s fine.” He sighed. “Ryan’s still complicated, for lack of a better term. I really just don’t want to see him. But he’s still family. Mine, and basically yours. Him, Naqi and Tootie. There’s nothing wrong with helping out family. I’m not going to punish you because you like hanging out with your lil cousin-in-law to be.”

\t“Thank you, Sir” Once again protests died on her lips. This time carefully formulated ones about how the whole incident was her fault. A whole rehearsed monologue streaming though her head after hearing it a thousand times in the mirror. But it could wait. Again, no reason to spoil the meal.

\tThe small talk died down a bit after that. It was mostly Justin propping things up, and he was still savoring his salmon. If Hui had cleaned her plate, Justin had all but washed his. Barely a speck of food was left. His rudder thumped the ground happily and he took Hui’s paws in his hands while looking into her eyes. No words, no movements. Just sitting there and staring for the longest time.

\t“Would you care for dessert?” The words were cautious but friendly. Hui looked up to see their waiter. The dapper lab grinning politely as he looked between them.

\t“Yeah!” the eager otter chimed with his perpetual schoolboy enthusiasm “We’ll go with two of the Tiramisu, if you will.”

\tWith little more than a firm nod the man vanished back to of sight. Hui watched him for a few moments until he did, then turned to her Master and smirked “Isn’t that coffee cake? Are you sure it’s going to be ok? You know I’m not exactly the biggest coffee drinker.”

\tHer Master’s smile reassured her. He offered her the simplest nod and another gentle caress “Trust me, it’ll be fine.” He snickered “I know you’re going to like it.”

\tBefore she could ask how he was so sure the waiter had returned. He held two plates, but they were not both the same size. The bigger one he set down before Hui. She gazed at it for a few moments, then a few more, before finally it clicked.

\tA jewelry box. Hui began to reach for it, only to be stopped by Master’s paw on hers. He reached out to tilt her chin again and look into her eyes. Those big, cool blue pools of his staring into her. Icy Irish waters she could sink into happily. “Dear, I know I’m doing this in a stupid way. I know I’m being clumsy as hell. I always am. But this is something I really feel like I should fix. This is something you deserve.

\tHer eyes slipped down from his to her hand. Only now under his firm grip did she realize something. Something missing. Something so subtle that it hadn’t even itched the back of her brain. Her eyes gazed to her bare ring-finger, then up to Justin. He smiled and gave her paw a reassuring squeeze.

\t“Something Ozzy taught me how to do. Apparently he tried to get a new board doing Chris Angel close up magic at the pier one year. I donno details. Just… let me do this, ok?”

\tHe let go of her hand and snatched up the ring box. Some small part of Hui was aware, dimly, of the people turning to look at them. Some were even taking pictures, perhaps even recordings. She didn’t notice the waiter standing there with Justin’s phone doing the same until her Master was already down on one knee. His ears perked up, his head bowed, the box opened.

\tIt was her ring. Somehow he’d slipped it off of her at some point without her noticing. Somehow he’d gotten a box and set this all up with the establishment. Somehow he was there, now. Making official the promise he’d longed to offer her half a year ago.

\t“Hui Sang. Will you marry me?”

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\tKalamazoo to Grand Rapids wasn’t really any different than heading back home. Not for Justin, at least. US 131 was honestly a bit nicer than I-94. Or maybe he’d just been so used to I-94 that it looked used by comparison. But overall it was the same.

\tGretchen clearly didn’t feel the same way. By the time they’d finally found a parking spot she was already grinding her claws against each other and tapping her shoes so fast you’d think she was part jackrabbit. The otter boy slipped himself out of his seat and strode over to the passengers side door before his date could even extricate herself from the seatbelt. He held the door open and offered a paw. The look on that cute face was a delectable mix of childish shame and impotent indignation. It was everything a sadist could ask for. It took a Herculean effort to resist the urge to add in a suave little ‘M’lady’. An effort he quickly failed to uphold the second her paw rested on his.

\t“Thanks.” Tsundere energy seeped like a miasma from his date. She spent about two seconds out of the car before nestling up into his chest, all but falling against him while looking up and then burrowing herself in between his chest and well worn leather coat.

\tJustin was a good Master, though. Or at least, good at faking it. He put an arm around her and held the precious girl oh so close. His free paw slammed the door shut while he sheltered her as best he could from the creeping chill and light drizzle that had consumed what was probably the biggest city this side of the state. Maybe. He wasn’t a geographer.

\t“Don’t they do this kind of thing down in Kzoo, Master?” The mole girl whined the words sheepishly.

\t“Yeah but it’s Zeppelin right now. Much as I love Zeppelin I kinda figured you’d be more of a Queen girl.”

\t“They are more musically complex…” the poor girl muttered

\tJustin’s smile broadened just a bit more. “Pet, I promise you. When John Darnielle decides to play an impromptu acoustic set at Kzoo books I’ll be first in line to make sure we get in. But until that happens we’re two broke college kids on a budget. You even more so from the sounds of it.”

\tUp until that point Gretchen had simply been burrowed under her Master’s jacket for warmth and shelter. Now she practically dove under the massive slab of leather. One single big brown eye poked its way out and her muzzle peeked from under his shirt sleeve just enough to see her biting hard on her lower lip. “S-she got me all this expensive stuff…”

\t“And you figured you should get her something back?” A firm kiss on her forehead and Justin let loose a sigh “From what I understand the stunt you pulled to move out of the dorm and in with me fucked up your finances pretty hard. I still kinda figured you’d get her something. Probably not something that expensive, though. But it was still very sweet.”

\t“I guess.” She muttered. Her eyes turned from her owner down to the well kept sidewalk. She didn’t bother looking where they were going. She trusted him to lead. Perhaps a foolish notion given Justin’s sense of direction. “I just feel bad that she’s wasting her money on me.”

\t“Love isn’t reciprocal, dear.” It was not the answer Justin expected to come from his own lips. But it was to, and he may as well go with it. “There are going to be times when you’re broke, or when I’m broke, or when she’s broke. We’re all in this together. If you want to stay in this with us then that means good times and bad. It also means we get to spoil you sometimes. That said.” Justin’s paw moved down to grab her muzzle and tilt her face up. He looked down at her with his typical hackneyed Han Solo smirk “Why the Planescape set? Been studying up on D&D? I thought you were having issues with organic chemistry. That’s why I haven’t been pushing you to update your character yet.”

\t“To be honest I didn’t even know it was a D&D thing.” She shrugged “The woman just kinda reminded me of Mistress somewhat.”

\t“The woman?” Justin paused. He cast his gaze down at her, too stunned to even realize that he’d hit the crosswalk button. “Wait, you mean on the cover? The Lady of Pain? You think Hui resembles the Lady of Pain?”

\t“W-what? What’s so funny?” Hui squealed. Her tsun meekness turning into a full on pout as she stamped her sneaker into the cement.

\tIt didn’t stop Justin from laughing. If anything he was struggling to keep himself standing. He was, on some level, dimly aware of Gretchen tugging him. He looked up to see the crosswalk sign blink. Finally it turned red again, and he hammered his digits into the button once more as if that would make the crossing turn faster. “Sorry, I just. Wow. Hui. Sweet, innocent, precious lil Hui. Reminds you of Her Serenity?”

\t“Who’s serenity?” The mole whined.

\t“Nothing. I’ll explain later. Sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong. She loved the gift. Just… wow. I needed that I think.” This time when the light shifted Justin was quick to hurry his slave along with him to the other side. The drizzle only got worse as they went. The simple act of crossing the road was enough for it to go from a sprinkle to a small deluge.

\tBoth fus dashed their way up to the door of the museum, and both furs stopped once under shelter to fish out their rescue inhalers. Deep puffs filled their lungs in near unison while they leaned against the pillar propping up the overhanging building.

\t“You good?” Justin sighed finally.

\t“Yes, Sir.” Gretchen nodded “You?”

\t“I should probably quit the vaping.” He chuckled. “If you’re sure you’re set, though, I think we can head in. Oh, but before we do”

\tJustin’s paw slipped into his pocket. It quickly wrapped around his phone. He watched Gretchen carefully for a few moments. Watching her confusion grow until it finally turned to alarmed surprise.

\t“EEK!” Both of her paws covered her rump. That cute booty of hers wriggled around most pleasingly for the young sadist.

\t“There we go” He murred “Just a bit of added fun. Try not to make too much noise.” He cooed “Then again if you could keep your composure this morning this should be a cakewalk.”

\tHe slipped the middle knuckle of his index finger under her chin and without warning pulled his second slave into a deep and claiming kiss. Her protests all dying on her lips as the two embraced in their small shelter from the rain.
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