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I confess I feel a bit bad at Justin getting so much time in all of these other 'books' but it probably won't be that way as things continue with others. He just ended up being the link in the chain that ended up hanging around due to plot.\n\nBut, well, we'll see.\n\nHopefully this all makes sense", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A small slip to another PoV. I confess I feel a bit bad at Justin getting so much time in all of these other 'books' but it probably won't be that way as things continue with others. He just ended up being the link in the chain that ended up hanging around due to plot.

But, well, we'll see.

Hopefully this all makes sense", "writing": "Leashed Chapter 7: Respite\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tJustin Flannery stretched out on the worn old leather couch that had become his favorite spot in the house. At first it had made him feel a bit guilty. He didn’t really own anything outside of his bedroom save for the PS4 he’d hooked up and technically one of the switch controllers sitting by the normally empty switch dock.\n\n\tHe had three roommates. Any one of whom had at least as much of a right to it as he did. Yet Ozzy had laid claim to the recliner instead, and Willa never seemed to sit still when she came down from her room. As for the last one, well.\n\n\t“I brought you lunch, Master” Gretchen was doing her best to walk like a maid as she carried the plate with left over Subway reverently towards him. Half a veggie sub chilled in the fridge along with a can of vanilla Coke and some baked Lays.\n\n\tThe otter reached down to cup his slave’s cheek and guide her face towards his, looking away from his laptop and into those pretty red-brown eyes. “Good girl” He cooed. “Your Master is, as always, very pleased.”\n\n\t“Thank you, sir” Gretchen whimpered. “This worthless pain dolly lives too please her betters.” She blushed and looked away. The chubby mole kneeling there while Justin pulled the plate on to his chest. \n\n\tThe girl knelt there while he ate, for a while at least. Justin had gotten about half way though the salad on meh bread when he felt the intrusive presence of poofy hair pushing against him and looked down to see his pet’s poor attempts to surreptitiously gaze at his laptop screen.\n\n\t“Trouble with calc, still?” The small shards of contempt remained were impossible for her to hide. Her eyes scanning over the online worksheet he was being asked to fill out.\n\n\tResisting the urge to speak with his muzzle full, Justin chawed though the yoga mat bread and choked it down before gripping a handful of her headfur and pulling the girl back a touch. “I am working two jobs while I do this, you know.” He sighed “I am fully capable of dealing with some petty assignments from a math class. It just takes time when you have this much on your plate.”\n\n\t“It’s the multiplication thing again, isn’t it Sir?” The little mole maid with the double major course load was not, it seemed, impressed.\n\n\t“Well if they want all the multiplication done first, then they need to put the proper notation. Who the fuck decided ‘do all the multiplication in a problem before anything else’ made any god damn sense? It’d be one thing if these problems all had some kind of real world equivalency to lay out. But they want us to just do numbers floating in space? It’s so freaking dumb!”\n\n\tThe glare his pet gave him was enough to shut Justin up. He leaned his head back against the arm rest and hugged the life size squirtle plush Gretchen had gotten him for Valentines day. Between that and the blanket he’d dragged down from his room it was a wonder he hadn’t passed out on the couch yet. Frankly it sounded nice. For a young man just freshly out on his own and living with one of his sexual partners, it was a shock how good just a simple nap always sounded.\n\n\tBut he didn’t have time for that. Instead tabbing though to his word processor and looking over a bundle of poorly formatted notes.\n\n\t“Giving up on the math, Master?” Gretchen’s tone holding a bit of judgment to it, if not actual contempt for his actions.\n\n\t“Just trying to make sure I don’t screw it up by working on it when I’m not in the right headspace.” He sighed. “I can’t wait for this semester to be over. I’ve been trying to front load all the shitty classes I hate so when I get into Western I can enjoy all the labs and statistics and stuff without having to put up with the tedious shit. Still pretty exhausting, though.”\n\n\t“And what class are you taking these notes for, if I may ask?” Gretchen’s tone was a bit judgy still. That tone shifted quickly as she looked over the document. A small eep stifled by digger claws pulled over her muzzle.\n\n\t“Yeah. Not a class. Work stuff.” Justin sighed. “Mister Smith, almost certainly not his real name, just wants to worship my ass. Probably the easiest regular I get in a given week. Honestly not sure why he can’t just pay a normal stripper to insult him but is what it is I guess. Miss Bellamy is a tough one because she wants leather, race play and speciesplay. She’s also pretty demanding in terms of creativity. It’s not enough for her if I just shout slurs at her about being an Afrofur or an equine. Though when your boss is an Afrofur too, and technically in the next room” He sighed and shook his head.\n\n\t“Well I mean, Mistress likes it when you do race play stuff with her, Master.” Gretchen whimpered in meek little attempt at reassurance. It didn’t really work, but it earned her a headpat.\n\n\t“Hui got on that kink a little bit after we became an actual couple and I don’t know how. Though my guess is Tumblr porn diving. I do it because she likes it but it still feels kind of off. I mean, I’m assuming you don’t want me to start calling you slurs for being Jewish, right dear?”\n\n\t“I mean, this one will gladly take whatever abuse Master sees fit to give it, Sir.” Gretchen muttered. She tried, and failed, to hold a good slave pose with arms behind her back and head bowed. Instead just slumping “B-but yeah, I cant’ say that’s exactly something I’d request from you if given a choice.”\n\n\t“Exactly. Last time I had her wear a leather hood and a strapon, then made her fuck a pocket pussy while talking about how all equines are just brain dead dick delivery devices. Even mares. Making her drool and beg to use her big equine cock on soft, pretty girls. That was the day you came in and I was passed out on the couch while the TV kept playing Murder: She Wrote episodes. Still trying to figure out where I actually left off now that my cue is fucked up…”\n\n\tGretchen continued to look though the listed items. A businessman that was apparently being made to wear adult-sized carebear panties to work and told to buy an adult pacifier, with question marks on what to do next. A house wife who wanted to feel ashamed of lusting after someone her son’s age, with the notes including ideas of making her edge for Justine while humiliating herself and a reminder to buy some spare socks to work up a sweat in and give to her for ‘personal use’. A straight man with a ‘religion play’ kink and a bunch of question marks after that. ‘Justine’ may not have had many clients, but each one had at least the start of a dossier on what they clearly wanted and needed. Often with ideas on what to do to one-up last time.\n\n\tWhen she looked back at her Master it was hard to tell if the mole was more concerned or jealous. A heavy pout and a puff of her cheeks that probably intended to mimic the ‘mochi cheeks’ so many girls in anime would et when mad but more just made her look like she was about to hurl.\n\n\t“Trust me. I get it.” Justin sighed. “I really do. I want to say ‘at least the shop is easier’, but there I wear my body down instead. If I want to sit on a throne for most of a session in the dungeon nobody is going to complain. I can make it work. But really that’s why I’m so burned out all the time. I know it’s not fair to you, or to Hui…”\n\n\t“I think you’re putting in way too much effort, Master.” Gretchen huffed finally “Do you really think they deserve this much attention?”\n\n\t“It pays better than the garage, on a per hour basis” he sighed “Technically more reliable, too. I mean I get it, I’m low guy on the totem pole. If they’re going to use up hours it’s going to the full time guys first. Objectively that’s only fair. But it’s kinda fucking exhausting to wake up half an hour before your shift, scramble to get ready only to find out that they wont need you because Pablo and Gene both had to yank some poor old lady’s fender out of her radiator after she tanked a Target parking lot light pole.”\n\n\t“That is a very specific example Sir.” Gretchen huffed “Which I’m guessing means it happened. Still I notice you have quite a few ideas sketched out for each one of these ‘clients’. That Simon boy, for example…”\n\n\t“Oh, Simon’s easy” The otter looked up at the popcorn ceiling and sighed “Forced fem. Basic humiliation. Maybe a bit of faux-brainwashing. He’s a lot more like ‘us’ than some of these other people. Truth be told he’s probably almost as porn-brained as you and Hui”\n\n\tAnother pouty huff from the mole as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked away. Intended or not, she seemed to take the insult to heart. A caress on her cheek from Justin and the glower vanished. Replaced by a blushing little whimper and a bit of her lower lip. “Sorry, Sir.”\n\n\t“Don’t be sorry” he sighed “I get it. Honestly he’s one of the few clients I actually have a bit of fun torturing. The idea of pushing him further into sissification the way he wants is kinda cute now that I have some actual direction other than ‘basic generic stripper archetype’.”\n\n\t“Man you really don’t like strippers, huh Sir?” Gretchen whimpered\n\n\tJustin rolled his eyes at that. “Oh come on. Strippers are people like anyone else. I don’t have any more or less contempt for them than I do anyone else.”\n\n\t“So, a lot” Gretchen giggled\n\n\t“Again, no more or less than anyone else. I’m just not personally turned on by them. I don’t ‘get’ it. I don’t ‘get’ Rap either but you don’t hear me going around trashing rappers as a whole or anything do you?”\n\n\t“No” Gretchen put up a digger “But I bet you did when you were younger.”\n\n\t“Well yeah, I was a shitty little edge lord” He barked “Look. My point is that I ‘clicked’ with him as a client. He’s my ‘easy’ mode. My cheat day. The one regular I have where I don’t need to beat my head against a wall to come up with fun little tortures or ways to fuck with his head. I don’t have to worry about pushing edge play too far. I don’t’ have to push that far out of my comfort zone or my usual defaults. I can actually kind of enjoy myself for once instead of feeling like some pre-programmable dominant doll fore bored housewives and corp drones.”\n\n\tThere was a long pause. Finally Gretchen rested her head on his chest and looked up into his eyes. Her digger claw resting on his thigh. No lust in the movement. No sexuality. Just soft concern. “I-is that why you helped him with his car, Master?” She asked. Her stout tail wriggling and wagging. \n\n\tJustin took a deep breath. The old house did a shit job of keeping the air warm, so it stung his lungs. The smell of pot, fast food and the general odor of people in or just out of their late teens all swirled through him and shook him to his core. He set the remains of his sandwich on the floor, closed the laptop and guided her face up once more. “The car issue could have happened to anyone. Yeah, a lot of Nissans kinda suck. But sometimes everything breaks at once. Thing is, he really did not know what he was doing. I couldn’t just let some poor guy get scammed at the lot through no fault of his own and end up fast-talked into something that would cost him hundreds a month and lose half its value once it rolled off the lot.”\n\n\t“You wanted to be the Hero, Sir.” she said matter of factly. Justin opened his muzzle to speak, but instead watched as the mole girl took his paw in between both of hers. She kissed the back of it reverently, then began to place a small peck on each finger. The whole time her eyes never left his. Her face never wavered. “It’s ok, Master. I think it’s just who you are. You don’t have to change that. Not for me, and I know not for Mistress. I don’t think it’s bad just to want to help people. Even if the stupid ungrateful little bitches don’t deserve it” Her face tightened to a scowl at the end and her grip tightened along with it. A small spark of misanthropic hate in her eyes before it all released back itno the aether and she slumped back into a puddle of meek, reverent submission.\n\n\t“Careful there, little one.” Justin snickered “It almost sounded like you felt something other than unabashed hate for all furkind.”\n\n\t“Never, my Prince.” It was the nasal dork of a mole’s attempt to sound reverent and subservient in a more refined way. It failed, but Justin was charmed by the efforts all the same. He slammed his laptop shut and moved it over her head, eventually setting it down to the side. With that done he pulled the blanket up and waited expectantly for his chubby little pet to crawl her way up on top of him. Soon both were draped in warmth and he could feel her body pleasantly pushing down on his. A few awkward shuffles to get comfy before she was able to simply get her head on his chest and one leg lodged in the tail-space between the cushions and the back of the couch.\n\n\tSoon enough Justin was comfortably squished by his slave, with his plush toy to lean on and the blanket sealing the warmth of their bodies away from the cold February air that was leaking though the ancient windows. The exhausted young man yawned and let his eyes slip shut. His body surrendering to the rest it didn’t dare allow itself otherwise.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Leashed Chapter 7: Respite
By TerraMGP

\tJustin Flannery stretched out on the worn old leather couch that had become his favorite spot in the house. At first it had made him feel a bit guilty. He didn’t really own anything outside of his bedroom save for the PS4 he’d hooked up and technically one of the switch controllers sitting by the normally empty switch dock.

\tHe had three roommates. Any one of whom had at least as much of a right to it as he did. Yet Ozzy had laid claim to the recliner instead, and Willa never seemed to sit still when she came down from her room. As for the last one, well.

\t“I brought you lunch, Master” Gretchen was doing her best to walk like a maid as she carried the plate with left over Subway reverently towards him. Half a veggie sub chilled in the fridge along with a can of vanilla Coke and some baked Lays.

\tThe otter reached down to cup his slave’s cheek and guide her face towards his, looking away from his laptop and into those pretty red-brown eyes. “Good girl” He cooed. “Your Master is, as always, very pleased.”

\t“Thank you, sir” Gretchen whimpered. “This worthless pain dolly lives too please her betters.” She blushed and looked away. The chubby mole kneeling there while Justin pulled the plate on to his chest.

\tThe girl knelt there while he ate, for a while at least. Justin had gotten about half way though the salad on meh bread when he felt the intrusive presence of poofy hair pushing against him and looked down to see his pet’s poor attempts to surreptitiously gaze at his laptop screen.

\t“Trouble with calc, still?” The small shards of contempt remained were impossible for her to hide. Her eyes scanning over the online worksheet he was being asked to fill out.

\tResisting the urge to speak with his muzzle full, Justin chawed though the yoga mat bread and choked it down before gripping a handful of her headfur and pulling the girl back a touch. “I am working two jobs while I do this, you know.” He sighed “I am fully capable of dealing with some petty assignments from a math class. It just takes time when you have this much on your plate.”

\t“It’s the multiplication thing again, isn’t it Sir?” The little mole maid with the double major course load was not, it seemed, impressed.

\t“Well if they want all the multiplication done first, then they need to put the proper notation. Who the fuck decided ‘do all the multiplication in a problem before anything else’ made any god damn sense? It’d be one thing if these problems all had some kind of real world equivalency to lay out. But they want us to just do numbers floating in space? It’s so freaking dumb!”

\tThe glare his pet gave him was enough to shut Justin up. He leaned his head back against the arm rest and hugged the life size squirtle plush Gretchen had gotten him for Valentines day. Between that and the blanket he’d dragged down from his room it was a wonder he hadn’t passed out on the couch yet. Frankly it sounded nice. For a young man just freshly out on his own and living with one of his sexual partners, it was a shock how good just a simple nap always sounded.

\tBut he didn’t have time for that. Instead tabbing though to his word processor and looking over a bundle of poorly formatted notes.

\t“Giving up on the math, Master?” Gretchen’s tone holding a bit of judgment to it, if not actual contempt for his actions.

\t“Just trying to make sure I don’t screw it up by working on it when I’m not in the right headspace.” He sighed. “I can’t wait for this semester to be over. I’ve been trying to front load all the shitty classes I hate so when I get into Western I can enjoy all the labs and statistics and stuff without having to put up with the tedious shit. Still pretty exhausting, though.”

\t“And what class are you taking these notes for, if I may ask?” Gretchen’s tone was a bit judgy still. That tone shifted quickly as she looked over the document. A small eep stifled by digger claws pulled over her muzzle.

\t“Yeah. Not a class. Work stuff.” Justin sighed. “Mister Smith, almost certainly not his real name, just wants to worship my ass. Probably the easiest regular I get in a given week. Honestly not sure why he can’t just pay a normal stripper to insult him but is what it is I guess. Miss Bellamy is a tough one because she wants leather, race play and speciesplay. She’s also pretty demanding in terms of creativity. It’s not enough for her if I just shout slurs at her about being an Afrofur or an equine. Though when your boss is an Afrofur too, and technically in the next room” He sighed and shook his head.

\t“Well I mean, Mistress likes it when you do race play stuff with her, Master.” Gretchen whimpered in meek little attempt at reassurance. It didn’t really work, but it earned her a headpat.

\t“Hui got on that kink a little bit after we became an actual couple and I don’t know how. Though my guess is Tumblr porn diving. I do it because she likes it but it still feels kind of off. I mean, I’m assuming you don’t want me to start calling you slurs for being Jewish, right dear?”

\t“I mean, this one will gladly take whatever abuse Master sees fit to give it, Sir.” Gretchen muttered. She tried, and failed, to hold a good slave pose with arms behind her back and head bowed. Instead just slumping “B-but yeah, I cant’ say that’s exactly something I’d request from you if given a choice.”

\t“Exactly. Last time I had her wear a leather hood and a strapon, then made her fuck a pocket pussy while talking about how all equines are just brain dead dick delivery devices. Even mares. Making her drool and beg to use her big equine cock on soft, pretty girls. That was the day you came in and I was passed out on the couch while the TV kept playing Murder: She Wrote episodes. Still trying to figure out where I actually left off now that my cue is fucked up…”

\tGretchen continued to look though the listed items. A businessman that was apparently being made to wear adult-sized carebear panties to work and told to buy an adult pacifier, with question marks on what to do next. A house wife who wanted to feel ashamed of lusting after someone her son’s age, with the notes including ideas of making her edge for Justine while humiliating herself and a reminder to buy some spare socks to work up a sweat in and give to her for ‘personal use’. A straight man with a ‘religion play’ kink and a bunch of question marks after that. ‘Justine’ may not have had many clients, but each one had at least the start of a dossier on what they clearly wanted and needed. Often with ideas on what to do to one-up last time.

\tWhen she looked back at her Master it was hard to tell if the mole was more concerned or jealous. A heavy pout and a puff of her cheeks that probably intended to mimic the ‘mochi cheeks’ so many girls in anime would et when mad but more just made her look like she was about to hurl.

\t“Trust me. I get it.” Justin sighed. “I really do. I want to say ‘at least the shop is easier’, but there I wear my body down instead. If I want to sit on a throne for most of a session in the dungeon nobody is going to complain. I can make it work. But really that’s why I’m so burned out all the time. I know it’s not fair to you, or to Hui…”

\t“I think you’re putting in way too much effort, Master.” Gretchen huffed finally “Do you really think they deserve this much attention?”

\t“It pays better than the garage, on a per hour basis” he sighed “Technically more reliable, too. I mean I get it, I’m low guy on the totem pole. If they’re going to use up hours it’s going to the full time guys first. Objectively that’s only fair. But it’s kinda fucking exhausting to wake up half an hour before your shift, scramble to get ready only to find out that they wont need you because Pablo and Gene both had to yank some poor old lady’s fender out of her radiator after she tanked a Target parking lot light pole.”

\t“That is a very specific example Sir.” Gretchen huffed “Which I’m guessing means it happened. Still I notice you have quite a few ideas sketched out for each one of these ‘clients’. That Simon boy, for example…”

\t“Oh, Simon’s easy” The otter looked up at the popcorn ceiling and sighed “Forced fem. Basic humiliation. Maybe a bit of faux-brainwashing. He’s a lot more like ‘us’ than some of these other people. Truth be told he’s probably almost as porn-brained as you and Hui”

\tAnother pouty huff from the mole as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked away. Intended or not, she seemed to take the insult to heart. A caress on her cheek from Justin and the glower vanished. Replaced by a blushing little whimper and a bit of her lower lip. “Sorry, Sir.”

\t“Don’t be sorry” he sighed “I get it. Honestly he’s one of the few clients I actually have a bit of fun torturing. The idea of pushing him further into sissification the way he wants is kinda cute now that I have some actual direction other than ‘basic generic stripper archetype’.”

\t“Man you really don’t like strippers, huh Sir?” Gretchen whimpered

\tJustin rolled his eyes at that. “Oh come on. Strippers are people like anyone else. I don’t have any more or less contempt for them than I do anyone else.”

\t“So, a lot” Gretchen giggled

\t“Again, no more or less than anyone else. I’m just not personally turned on by them. I don’t ‘get’ it. I don’t ‘get’ Rap either but you don’t hear me going around trashing rappers as a whole or anything do you?”

\t“No” Gretchen put up a digger “But I bet you did when you were younger.”

\t“Well yeah, I was a shitty little edge lord” He barked “Look. My point is that I ‘clicked’ with him as a client. He’s my ‘easy’ mode. My cheat day. The one regular I have where I don’t need to beat my head against a wall to come up with fun little tortures or ways to fuck with his head. I don’t have to worry about pushing edge play too far. I don’t’ have to push that far out of my comfort zone or my usual defaults. I can actually kind of enjoy myself for once instead of feeling like some pre-programmable dominant doll fore bored housewives and corp drones.”

\tThere was a long pause. Finally Gretchen rested her head on his chest and looked up into his eyes. Her digger claw resting on his thigh. No lust in the movement. No sexuality. Just soft concern. “I-is that why you helped him with his car, Master?” She asked. Her stout tail wriggling and wagging.

\tJustin took a deep breath. The old house did a shit job of keeping the air warm, so it stung his lungs. The smell of pot, fast food and the general odor of people in or just out of their late teens all swirled through him and shook him to his core. He set the remains of his sandwich on the floor, closed the laptop and guided her face up once more. “The car issue could have happened to anyone. Yeah, a lot of Nissans kinda suck. But sometimes everything breaks at once. Thing is, he really did not know what he was doing. I couldn’t just let some poor guy get scammed at the lot through no fault of his own and end up fast-talked into something that would cost him hundreds a month and lose half its value once it rolled off the lot.”

\t“You wanted to be the Hero, Sir.” she said matter of factly. Justin opened his muzzle to speak, but instead watched as the mole girl took his paw in between both of hers. She kissed the back of it reverently, then began to place a small peck on each finger. The whole time her eyes never left his. Her face never wavered. “It’s ok, Master. I think it’s just who you are. You don’t have to change that. Not for me, and I know not for Mistress. I don’t think it’s bad just to want to help people. Even if the stupid ungrateful little bitches don’t deserve it” Her face tightened to a scowl at the end and her grip tightened along with it. A small spark of misanthropic hate in her eyes before it all released back itno the aether and she slumped back into a puddle of meek, reverent submission.

\t“Careful there, little one.” Justin snickered “It almost sounded like you felt something other than unabashed hate for all furkind.”

\t“Never, my Prince.” It was the nasal dork of a mole’s attempt to sound reverent and subservient in a more refined way. It failed, but Justin was charmed by the efforts all the same. He slammed his laptop shut and moved it over her head, eventually setting it down to the side. With that done he pulled the blanket up and waited expectantly for his chubby little pet to crawl her way up on top of him. Soon both were draped in warmth and he could feel her body pleasantly pushing down on his. A few awkward shuffles to get comfy before she was able to simply get her head on his chest and one leg lodged in the tail-space between the cushions and the back of the couch.

\tSoon enough Justin was comfortably squished by his slave, with his plush toy to lean on and the blanket sealing the warmth of their bodies away from the cold February air that was leaking though the ancient windows. The exhausted young man yawned and let his eyes slip shut. His body surrendering to the rest it didn’t dare allow itself otherwise.
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