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Anyways, enjoy.", "writing": "Leashed Chapter 18: Beta Boi\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\t\t“First rule: Gym. Every day. Real alpha’s are swol and \t\t\n you want to be a real man. Your brain won’t work right \nunless you’ve got the body to match.”\n\n\tThe outfit itself wasn’t too expensive. A lime green sports bra with black 3XL Triforce tee shirt draped over it, naturally hanging off of one shoulder. Matching green workout shorts. Arm and leg warmers, naturally. Blue legwarmers and some blue-and-white Converse trainers. Sure it was an investment. Something he needed to be careful about after last week. But if he was going to do this he was going to do it right.\n\n\tThere was one last thing he’d spent on. Dumbbells. Cheap, powered blue rubberized dumbbells. 5 lbs each. He didn’t need more. Not based on what the cute boy in the video had said.\n\n\tIt was all but assured that the stupid grifter guru was going to insist that you needed to pay for a trainer, pay for all sorts of services, all but live in the gym. Instead Simon spent about half of the prior work day listening to various femboy workouts on Youtube until he found a cute shika deer boy with a simple ten minute video working as a guide, and a set of follow up vids in a play list that showed him doing the workouts so anyone could follow along.\n\n\tThat was also where the idea for the sports bra came in, which admittedly did a good bit to help boost his confidence. Now all he had to do was follow along. Simple, right?\n\n\tIt all looked so easy. Each video was short and sweet. Ten squats was easy. As were the hip thrusts. Then leg lifts. Then planks. The only real thing he noticed was the song used. \n\n\t“Suck for Daddy. Fuck for Daddy. Obey Daddy. Slave for Daddy!” He bounced and sang the words along in his worst and most mocking valley-femboy whine. Maybe it wasn’t shocking that someone helping femboys get fit would use the same song as a porn music video intended for hypno and gooning. Then again, that did raise the question of where people actually found this kind of music. Either way the beat helped him keep time and was kind of cute in an odd and somewhat fucked-up way.\n\n\tUnfortunately that carefree attitude did not last to the end of the workout. By the time he was pulling the dumbbell to his chest and extending it out everything began to ache and his body was covered in sweat. His fur was utterly nasty and poor Artemis could probably smell it. His neighbors might, too. Thank god he had the foresight to put in earbuds or else he’d have blasted the whole duplex with his porny nonsense.\n\n\tThen again he’d almost done that last week plenty of times. And if he was being honest he still hadn’t mad a real effort to air out his apartment after his depression fit. No, the only real difference between now and last week was in him. Specifically that his body ached! He collapsed on the couch as the last video finished and bit back a cartoonish sob. \n\t\n\tOn paper, he knew this was good for him. He needed to be more active, especially now. There was some truth to the idea that physical activity was good for the brain, and the idea of having a cuter femboy body than he did now was certainly motivation.\n\n\tMotivation for what? Well. That part he could figure out later. Right now the big priority was the literal desert which his esophagus had become and how to move non-compliant body enough to grab his cool, refreshing looking water bottle off of the coffee table.\n\n--------------------\n\n\t\t“Nobody’s born an Alpha. But some are born closer than others. \n\t\tPreds especially. You wanna be on top? Live like they do. \n\t\tThat means eat like they do. Red meat and lots of it. \n\tRaw, when possible. No soy!”\n\n\tApparently edamame didn’t go in everything. It was a pretty nice little snack to have at work. At least the salted and roasted stuff he’d grabbed from the gas station yesterday had been. It wasn’t too far off from eating mixed nuts. Much like his name, the irony of a chipmunk enjoying such a snack wasn’t exactly lost on him. But it was at least more filling than those damn sun chips he’d obsessed over though high school.\n\n\tFor a moment Simon thought about the whole species/diet link. There were people out there who loved that kind of thing. Fixation on superficialities for the sake of sex. Some subs would only date preds. Just like some would only date Eurofurs or Afrofurs. It was a subset of kink that Simon knew about in the abstract but never really quite understood. The fact that it crept so hard into the vernacular of some self help gurus was unnerving and probably said quite a bit about the politics said individuals kept.\n\n\tIn that regard, at least, the diet he’d planned out was almost punk. Or, something like that. Maybe.\n\n\tGranola was shockingly easy to get. One would assume it’d have been relegated into the realm of health food stores these days. Yet there it was at Meijer, as was the yogurt and the mixed berries. That last one sadly required him to thaw some out in a bowl the night before. He was going to have to work out some kind of system to have that prepped. Maybe something like the parfait cups you could buy at Meijer? \n\n\tHis impromptu grocery run had netted him enough supplies to make this breakfast for a week, along with nearly a month’s worth of store brand cookies n cream protein shakes. Dry roasted buffalo Edamame to snack on and some of those squeezy water flavors to help him cut back on pop.\n\n\tOnly now, sitting there in front of the bowl of what would be his breakfast most days, did Simon begin to question his plan. He wasn’t fully ‘fem’, but he wasn’t exactly overweight either. 140 lbs was still well in the healthy weight range for someone five-foot-five. He certainly didn’t want to end up starving himself for beauty. Like Gretchen had… technically implied, this was about fixing himself!\n\n\t“I do want to be cute, though.” He sighed. It was kind of a gross thing to say. Not that he was attached to his masculinity in any real way. He dumped the Tupperware full of mixed berries into the bottom of his grey-green stoneware bowl and looked longingly for a moment at the pitted cherries which had pooled up at the bottom.\n\n\tMemories came flooding back. Of the first spring after the Divorce. His mom driving them out to a u-pick cherry orchard. The fun the little chipmunk cub had with his mother holding him up in her arms while he hastily tried to yank as many of the shiny red fruits as he could into their big paper bag. \n\n\tHe tried to call up memories when he’d been that happy since. They existed, sure. Getting that big Lego spaceship for Christmas one year. Trips with his dad and step mom to Michigan Adventure. Friends, the name of whom he couldn’t place off hand, inviting him over to play Playstation games or stream anime on Netflix, often getting the ‘cool’ violent stuff they weren’t supposed to be watching.\n\n\tYet the more he thought about it, the more scant those memories became. Crowded out by teasing and taunts. By bullying. By teachers admonishing him for being disruptive. Until he started to fade out. Until he started blending in. Trading the highs of enjoying himself in order to erase the lows of the inevitable backlash.\n\n\tBefore Simon realized it he was watching the whole tub of plain yogurt he’d secured nearly falling in a block down into the bowl. The daydreaming munk quickly tilted the tub back up and used his spoon to push the stuff back in. Most of it returned successfully. The rest made a mess on the kitchen island and his paw.\n\n\tSomething was messed up with him. There were no two ways about it. What that all was he couldn’t put his finger on. He simply knew he had to change. Whatever was wrong with him it almost felt like he could put his finger on it. Until he could, he just had to start making changes.\n\n\tAnd if they didn’t work? Well, maybe he’d make some more.\n\n\tFinally Simon tapped out the granola on to the meal and stirred it all in. He looked down at the overly simple concoction and braced himself for the worst. His eyes slipping shut, Simon opened his maw and shoved the spoon in deep.\n\n\tIt didn’t have any right to be that good. Plain yogurt was supposed to be gross. Granola was supposed to be boring. Fruit was something adults made kids eat instead of a real dessert. The fact that he was hardly a ‘kid’ anymore only barely entered in to his mind. The borderline painful tartness, the mellow sweetness of the yogurt and the crunch added in by the granola all hit different. It was nothing like he’d expected. Far more than the fast food sandwich or occasional breakfast bar he’d been used to for so long. Before he knew what was happening Simon had managed to devour most of the meal and was shoveling berry-stained yogurt into his maw like melted ice cream!\n\n\tJust like that, the meal was gone. He again affirmed the need he’d have to find a better container for these things. Probably something he could reuse and prep before work or class. Fortunately today was a class-day. Which meant he still had a few hours to enjoy himself before hand.\n\n\tAfter washing off his paw in the sink along with the bowl, Simon paced towards the bathroom hoping the mirror would help him avoid any embarrassing food spots he’d otherwise miss in his fur. The sight of the chipmunk in those femmy workout clothes staring back at him wearing globs of a mysterious white substance caused him to grin and giggle a bit. He leaned both paws on the sink and arched his back while looking into his own borderline-turquoise eyes. His tongue lulling out and lewdly licking around his muzzle just a touch.\n\n\t“Heh. Look at you, little slut!”\n\n--------------------\n\n\t“You want to be an alpha? Sound like an alpha. Talk like an alpha. \n\tCommand a room. Let everyone know you’re the boss even if they outrank you. Power means nothing if you don’t display it.”\n\n\tDeerboimilk\n\n\tThat was the streamer’s name, and it seemed he offered more than just workout advice. Simon was tempted to let that fact bias him and just go with the cute voice he knew.\n\n\tFortunately ‘advanced financial accounting’ classes were basically the shit he had to do at his internship anyways, so it wasn’t like he had to pay attention in them. That was plenty of time to check a few options while mostly nodding along with a teacher who did not want to be there any more than the class.\n\n\tOf them all, he liked DBM’s the best. It wasn’t trying to be sultry or deep, which was good for his borderline alto voice. It also wasn’t cartoonish parody. Such a thing would admittedly be useful for porn. Hell, he had bookmarked a few of those to use later should he decide to go further with this.\n\n\tRight now, though, he didn’t know what he wanted.\n\n\tNo, that wasn’t quite true. Not anymore. It wasn’t clear when the idea had struck him. Maybe it was just one of those things that he’d been blocking until he was relaxed enough to accept. Bu Simon absolutely did know now at least part of what he was hoping for.\n\n\tHe wanted to feel happy.\n\n\tIt was a scary idea. Sure, most people probably thought they were happy. Maybe most of them actually were. But he wasn’t. He couldn’t quite explain it, but happiness and ‘numb contentment’ weren’t the same thing. They didn’t feel the same. It reminded him of markets, in an odd way. What he’d been going for was perhaps ideal for a market economy that wasn’t run by gambling addicts and con artists. Slow, steady progressive social growth which looked to cut off the hills and valleys of typical volatility as much as possible. \n\n\t‘Clipping the waveform’. A term he’d gotten from one of his ‘friends’ who did electrician things at the votech back in high school. Or rather one of the kids who he’d played Yugioh with on the bus in middle school and who absolutely would be trying to insist they hang out some time in a few years during their high school reunion. The idea was to provide a more stable and consistent flow of power to something. Functionally the economy was not anything physical, and yet the idea did make quite a bit of sense from a historical standpoint. That the massive jumps and crashes only lead to disaster. \n\n\tArguing that to a teacher was one of the last times the young man could recall actually feeling something passionately enough to push back. Except that was years ago. When he was even less experienced. Even less educated. When he was already eager to give up and dealing with a teacher who in hindsight treated the market like a deity.\n\n\tNobody was going to listen, so why not just go along with it?\n\n\t“Now remember” the voice echoing from his car speakers chimed “There’s two parts to this. I can help you with the physical, but if you don’t have the attitude, well, don’t get upset with me if there isn’t enough UwU in your voice. Kay?”\n\n\tSimon did his best to belt out the onomatopoeia only to feel his throat strain ever so slightly. Even if he was a ‘girly’ bit of boy, he was still a boy. The anime-esque gap between his skills and those of a ‘real’ femboy with training becoming crystal clear.\n\n\tThe act drew a giggle, though. Which in turn drew a smile. It made him want to hurry home though the blockage of traffic and hop into his workout clothes again. He wanted to badly sing-along with the background song and work his body into a cuter shape. Sure, this may be something he abandoned in a month. But so what? He was happy. In fact he was much happier than he’d been even when hammering his brain with perversion the week before.\n\n\tWhy that was he didn’t quite know. Not yet, anyways. He just knew he was going to enjoy it while he tried to figure things out.\n\n--------------------\n\n\t“Clothes make the Alpha. Tailored suits. Track suits. \n\tGym clothes from name brands. You won’t get a desirable female in \n\ta graphic tee and jeans. You need to show your value.”\n\n\tHere he was at the mall again. Except while J.C. Pennys felt more like a bit of weird fiction from Lovecraft’s time dredged up to the modern era, hot topic just felt excitingly cheesy.\n\n\tThe long-suffering girl behind the counter didn’t seem to pay much mind. She sat behind the counter thumbing though her phone. Largely faded blue tips indicating what had once been her head fur’s color. Arm warmers and leg socks with black and white stripes the likes of which Tim Burton would thrill to see. She’d done her part and asked if he needed help a few times already. Now she was free to enjoy herself while Simon shopped.\n\n\tIn turn, the young man was making the most of it. He stepped out of the changing room in tattered jean shorts with black-and-teal striped arm socks and a few faux leather bracelets. His usual Chucks weren’t really matching. Probably. Likewise his hair still wasn’t quite femmy enough to manage looking cute and androgynous the way he’d want.\n\n\tHe looked down at the overly large shirt. Not quite as big as the trifroce one at home. Also quite a bit thinner to the touch. The logo for the show ‘Stranger things’ emblazoned on it.\n\n\t“Not too bad.” The counter girl snickered. “Got a hot date tonight?”\n\n\t“N-nope!” Simon yelped. The poor boys bucked teeth biting his lips “Why?”\n\n\tThe girl shrugged and her tone became apathetic one more. “Usually the reason I see people smiling the way you do.”\n\n\tSimon sighed and slumped his shoulders. The smile didn’t quite vanish from his muzzle. It simply became more pensive. “Nah I don’t have a date. I don’t even have a girl who’s interested, really” he sighed. The actual weight of that statement hitting him a bit harder as he looked down at his paws. Even now he still wondered what Mistress would think. It seemed extra silly since, if anything, ‘She’ would prefer Jeanette over Simon any day. He should have been working on refining her rather than this.\n\n\tSo why was this all making him so happy?\n\n\tThe question was brushed off a few moments later. Replaced with a heavy sigh and a small roll of the shoulders as he paced his way up back up to the clothing racks at the side of the store. “You know it’s kind of sad I didn’t find any Hazbin stuff here. I would have loved an Angeldust shirt.”\n\n\t“Oh like they’d ever get something that indie in here. That‘d be like Netflix or Amazon picking up Vizi‘s stuff.” The counter girl scoffed. “Face it, we missed the era of ‘authentic’ HT. Just left with the commercial scraps and ashes.”\n\n\tSimon blinked and turned to the salesgirl “Are you, um, sure it’s ok to be saying that?” he laughed nervously “Wont’ your manager get mad?”\n\n\t“I am the manager!” She proclaimed. \n\n\tAs one might expect, such a comment put paid to the whole discussion. The woman went back to her phone and Simon went back to browsing over the offerings.\n\n\tOnce again he was spending money. Once again it felt like a bandaid of sorts. He shouldn’t be doing it. If it kept up he might end up having to use credit cards, and the last thing he needed to do was fuck with his credit score and thus his CPA career. So he did his best this time to be careful. He’d put the shirt and jeans back at some point. Honestly he could probably make the same shit from stuff at Goodwill, and while Hot Topic might not have any cute Hazbin shirts there might be some place online to get them anyways. Ones that didn’t feel like tissue paper. The knee highs and arm socks were keepers, though. At which point Simon paused and glanced back to the saleswoman.\n\n\t“I uh, by the way. You guys sell makeup here, right?” He muttered. Suddenly his voice became worlds more timid.\n\n\tThat seemed to hook the woman’s attention once more. She looked up and quirked a brow. Then smiled the worst, most sadistic smile. “Oh, I get it. You don’t have a ‘girl’ for date night. I gotcha.”\n\n\t“N-no!” Simon yelped “I didn’t mean that. I’m straight!”\n\n\t“Straight, huh?” She huffed while pulling herself around the counter.\n\n\tSimon bristled a bit and took a half step forwards “What’s so funny about that? I mean, yeah ok I’m not a super masculine guy but-”\n\n\t“I didn’t say anything.” The salesgirl clearly lying. She knew she was lying, and as one might expect simply didn’t care. “Look, who you want to date and what you want to do with them? None of my business. I don’t really care. I’m just saying I don’t know too many straight boys who come in here asking for makeup. Or dressing like that, for that matter.”\n\n\tA quick glance over his outfit caused Simon to huff and roll his eyes “Looks like a typical emo boy to me” He shrugged\n\n\t“When was the last time you saw an Emo boy?” The girl’s smirk only grew as she crossed her fishnet-clad arms over her black baby doll top and gave him the most passive-yet-accusatory look one could imagine.\n\n\t“Highschool” He huffed back\n\n\t“The fuck did you go to high school?” She snorted\n\n\t“Allegan” he muttered. His voice a bit low and timid. True Kzoo wasn’t big. But his mom’s move out there had basically meant he’d spent a bunch of his high school career in the boonies. Not that anyone there saw it that way. “B-but I was going to Hillside for middle school and I’m pretty damn sure I remember Goths there too!”\n\n\t“Goth” The porcupine corrected “Not Emo.”\n\n\tShe went though a few different scattered items on a shelf, plucking them out and placing them into his hands. “Kingdom Hearts lipgloss. Coralline fur duster compact. Fur marker and stencil kit, that‘s got ones for freckles ‘and‘ e-girl ‘under the eye‘ shapes. No name brand black eyeliner. And a choker”\n\n\tThe other items Simon took into his hands without much protest. The choker, though, caused him to recoil. A gesture that made the girl pause and slide it back on to its hook on the rack.\n\n\t“Look.” She sighed. “I donno what you got going. I don’t wanna know. Not my business. But if it ‘were’ my business I’d say it seems like you’ve got a lot on your mind. All I’m saying is, most straight guys don’t act that way. Especially not the ones willing to put on some freaking makeup.”\n\n\t“Yeah, well” He sighed\n\n\t“I’m not going to give you any tips on how to wear that shit, you know” she muttered\n\n\t“I never said I needed it!” the chipmunk’s voice cracking as he snapped back\n\n\tAnother sigh from the saleswoman and she began making her way back to the counter, once again leaning in on it and flicking her phone, open. “Go ahead and swap out. Anything you don’t wanna buy put back on the hanger and bring it up. Better not see you trying to ditch any of that makeup there, though. Not after I went out of my way to help you find it.”\n\n\tIt seemed her definition of ‘help’ was one borderline alien to Simon. Still he smiled back. A politeness born from both masking his true frustration and just general awkward confusion. “Yeah uh, thanks.”\n\n\t“Luna” The girl noted\n\n\t“Luna.” he nodded “Yeah. Got it…”\n\n--------------------\n\n\t\t“Alpha’s don’t masturbate. They don’t watch porn. You wanna cum? \n\t\tFind a female. Your job is to make her have kids and start a fucking family. Cumming is a waste of time!”\n\n\tIt was quickly becoming his favorite video. The cute, femmy, twink femboy bunny Link getting railed and plowed by a toned and handsome Ganondorf. The board’s massive 3d toon cock slipping in and out of the drooling, ahegao-faced slut while the chorus chimed along.\n\n\t“Suck for Daddy, Fuck for Daddy, Obey Daddy, Slave for Daddy!”\n\n\tBy this point the was simply humming it and moaning the words while bouncing one of his smaller toys in and out of his too-tight little hole. After last week he was mostly sexually exhausted. There was no way he could have gone on another binge like that even if he wanted to. But it was Wednesday now and he hadn’t done a damn thing overtly sexual in days. Really since Gretchen had taken him out for breakfast Simon’s focus had been on all sorts of other matters.\n\n\tBut it was still ok to scratch an itch sometimes. Besides, this was part of his self help, too.\n\n\tThe video was on a loop. He ‘was’ on empty after all even after a few days to recover. The thing was too short to get him off in this state. Especially since he’d decided a boy ‘like him’ should be more focused on that little boy-pussy of his than on his goonstick. He bit down on his lip and tasted the cheap gloss. Being dressed in the same slutty workout attire he used along with the arm and leg socks had already made this whole process so much better. He thought back to how his simple face had looked in the mirror. The black eyeshadow which by now had to be running down his cheeks. The little red heart drawn in fur marker under one eye. The soft purple-black glitter brushed and dusted lightly into his cheek fur. \n\n\tHis sneaker-clad feet were up in the air and his hole ached while he rammed the five inch dildo in and out to the beat. His palm hurt, too. So did his wrist. It was going to suck when he actually worked out after this. But the view between his legs watching the skinny blonde bunny bent over and taking hog cock. Those pretty painted lips kissing his Master. The way the dark lord toyed with the boy and roughed him up in each scene. \n\n\tIt had always been one of his favorite ‘pairings’. Zelda could be hot, but she was so much better as a fellow slave. If Simon thought of her at al in porn it was almost as an accessory to make Link’s dubitation and conquest better. The fact that the first porn pic he’d ever seen involved the three of them might have contributed to that somewhat, come to think of it.\n\n\tNot that he was doing much thinking. The toy pounded mercilessly at him while he watched his cock twitch to the beat. Twitch to the sight of that powerful, evil twisted dark lord claiming his prize. The munk chattered and tittered while huffing and puffing. He felt his singing grow, and slur while he stuck his tongue out in a sloppy-yet-instinctive ahegao face. \n\n\tHe let his eyes close and for a moment he could feel it. The weight of that man. The power. Sometimes the hard abs of the ‘dark lord’. Sometimes the heavy belly of the older style ‘Ganon’. The idea of that power, that weight, crushing down on his back. He could feel himself being held up against the wall. Feel the cock forcing its way in. No concern for his own comfort. No concern for his wants, needs or arousal. Al of which made it all so much better. \n\n\tA defeated hero. A noble young man who’d never desire such treatment. Now reduced to a mewling, shamed, helpless slut. Begging his Master to do worse. Worshiping his ‘Daddy’. Every aspect of the brutal dominating fuck shaming the pure hearted bunny boy in the most delicious and romantic ways.\n\n\tDomination. Corruption. Conquest. In his horny haze Simon felt them all sinking into his head. Of course someone like Link wouldn’t ‘want’ this. That’s why it was so hot. That’s why it made him moan. That’s why his Master had won. Because he’d ‘trapped’ the poor boy. Because he no longer let Link have a choice.\n\n\tSimon’s eyes snapped open. Though the timing was in fact off his brain insisted that he had opened right as the scene of Ganon cumming on his conquest’s face popped up again. An irony considering the poor rodent had spurted at the same time. His milked jizz spraying over his face and his glasses. \n\n\tHe collapsed. He was still horny. Something about anal always made it so he never felt like he’d fully ‘cum’. Yet the spasm had cleared things up enough for Simon to realize just where his mind had taken him. Blushing and ashamed he instinctively licked at his muzzle. Not able to stop himself until the taste of his own essence managed to fully sink into his tongue.\n\n--------------------\n\n\t\t“Real men, real alphas, do not use emotion. Emotions are for women. \n\t\tMen use logic. Men use reason. Men use their gut. Alphas are stoics. \nDon’t be a bitch!”\n\n\t“Ok, Mom. Love you too. I promise I’ll try to come up and see you this weekend.”\n\n\tGretchen was glaring. Simon didn’t’ care. He stuffed his phone into his pocket and proudly shoved his head up high.\n\n\t“You done?” The mole maid muttered\n\n\t“Obviously.” Simon murred happily “What, you don’t’ check in on your folks now and then?\n\n\t“I do not.” Each word was dry ice to the ears. Whatever the issue was that alone told Simon to drop it.\n\n\tInstead he gripped his hands behind his head and hummed happily to himself. Loud enough for it to be obvious. The same little porn-brained song he’d had stuck in his head bouncing along in his throat\n\n\tThey’d made it past the Michaels before Gretchen stopped and glowed up at him. The slight difference in height somehow a vast chasm with the aid of her distress\n\n\t“What’s wrong?” He all but cooed. “notice something?”\n\n\tThat you’re annoying?” She spat. “Or that you’re not good at taking off makeup?”\n\n\tA heavy blush hit Simon’s cheeks. That probably made it worse. He quickly began to paw and wipe at his face only to finally give up and slump down in defeat. An act which pleased Gretchen greatly from the looks of things.\n\n\t“I was trying to see if you noticed other stuff. Like the fact that I’ve been working out. Or my voice.”\n\n\t“Working out?” She blinked and gave him the once over “how long?”\n\n\t“A few days, now.” he chattered proudly\n\n\t“A few. You’re not stupid, Simon. You know that’s not long enough for anything to change. Also, what about your voice?” The non-plussed mole marched her way up to the door of the Boba shop and pulled it open. True, chivalry said that a man held the door open for a lady. But between the two of them there was little distinction. More over, this was Michigan. You held the door, period. That’s just how it works.\n\n\t“I was trying out some voice training.” Simon proclaimed happily. “I thought I could sound cuter and more femmy.”\n\n\t“Wait, ‘more’ Femmy?” If it was possible to slam a piston-assisted store door on someone, Gretchen might have done it just then. Her eyes narrowed into tiny dagger slits as she eyed the other fur. “So, what? You’re trying to do that whole Femmy thing again and go after Master? I thought you said you were taking a break.”\n\n\t“I am!” He snapped “Also Jeanette wasn’t about getting your Mater. I told you I’m straight. I just wanted to feel, cute. You know? I like it!”\n\n\t“That why you’re trying out the new outfit?” the mole huffed\n\n\tSimon nodded proudly. “You know what they say. Clothes make the fu-”\n\n\t“Cognition” the word swatted his quip down with the force of a sledgehammer “Cognition makes us what we are. Clothing is pure placebo. Outside of a dungeon you should wear what’s comfortable.”\n\n\t“Yeah, ok miss hipster.” He scoffed back “Says the girl who gets all excited when her Mistress decides to play dress-up dolly with her.”\n\n\t“What is with you?” Gretchen huffed “You are so full of beans today! ‘So’ full!”\n\n\tHe didn’t answer. Not right away at least Instead he made his way up to the counter and placed their usual order. Gretchen made her way to their usual table and soon he’d joined her. Even if it was Thursday rather than Friday, some things just worked mechanically. \n\n\tSimon set her drink down first and slipped in to the booth. He sipped his now familiar tea and leaned back. Much of the odd energy and sass was dissipating. Not from her sour mood. He’d built an emotional callous to that now. It was more that it simply calmed. The eagerness turning just a touch passive.\n\n\t“Look, I know this sounds really odd but the truth is I’m just trying it. You saw how fucked up I was last week. I figured I needed a change. And, well,” he gestured broadly. Not that there was anything around him to indicate that change. Really the whole thing made him feel a bit stupid. Stupid enough that he sighed and shrank back into his seat with a nervous little laugh.\n\n\t“So why are you telling me this?” There was a line. One that was impossible to see unless you got to know Gretchen. The line between her usual disaffected demeanor and genuine irritation. Simon was very close to that line. That fact cause him to sink into his seat as his smile became wistful.\n\n\t“Because you’re my friend.” The words blurted. Alarm bells sang in his head and he ignored every one of them while leaning in against the table “Because you were the one who got me to realize I needed a change. You got me to see how miserable I was. How hopeless“ The timidity returned to his voice and Simon shrank down a bit “So, you know. I was excited to see what you thought...”\n\n\tSilence fell. It was as if time had frozen. Everything still in perfectly clear crystal. Her eyes didn’t meet his even as he gazed at her. Her body didn’t move save for the heavy breathing with its faint nasal whine. Finally she brought her straw to her lips, took a deep pull, and set the drink down slowly.\n\n\t“Ok then” Gretchen nodded “Out with your deck. Let’s see if I can convince you to trim out some of those vehicles.”\n\n\t“The vehicles are the point, though” Simon’s smile returned. Just like that the tension evaporated. Even though she struggled to hide it he could see the small smile at the corner of Gretchen’s muzzle. Even if nothing else, that made this whole thing worth it.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Leashed Chapter 18: Beta Boi
By TerraMGP

\t\t“First rule: Gym. Every day. Real alpha’s are swol and \t\t
      you want to be a real man. Your brain won’t work right
unless you’ve got the body to match.”

\tThe outfit itself wasn’t too expensive. A lime green sports bra with black 3XL Triforce tee shirt draped over it, naturally hanging off of one shoulder. Matching green workout shorts. Arm and leg warmers, naturally. Blue legwarmers and some blue-and-white Converse trainers. Sure it was an investment. Something he needed to be careful about after last week. But if he was going to do this he was going to do it right.

\tThere was one last thing he’d spent on. Dumbbells. Cheap, powered blue rubberized dumbbells. 5 lbs each. He didn’t need more. Not based on what the cute boy in the video had said.

\tIt was all but assured that the stupid grifter guru was going to insist that you needed to pay for a trainer, pay for all sorts of services, all but live in the gym. Instead Simon spent about half of  the prior work day listening to various femboy workouts on Youtube until he found a cute shika deer boy with a simple ten minute video working as a guide, and a set of follow up vids in a play list that showed him doing the workouts so anyone could follow along.

\tThat was also where the idea for the sports bra came in, which admittedly did a good bit to help boost his confidence. Now all he had to do was follow along. Simple, right?

\tIt all looked so easy. Each video was short and sweet. Ten squats was easy. As were the hip thrusts. Then leg lifts. Then planks. The only real thing he noticed was the song used.

\t“Suck for Daddy. Fuck for Daddy. Obey Daddy. Slave for Daddy!” He bounced and sang the words along in his worst and most mocking valley-femboy whine. Maybe it wasn’t shocking that someone helping femboys get fit would use the same song as a porn music video intended for hypno and gooning. Then again, that did raise the question of where people actually found this kind of music. Either way the beat helped him keep time and was kind of cute in an odd and somewhat fucked-up way.

\tUnfortunately that carefree attitude did not last to the end of the workout. By the time he was pulling the dumbbell to his chest and extending it out everything began to ache and his body was covered in sweat. His fur was utterly nasty and poor Artemis could probably smell it. His neighbors might, too. Thank god he had the foresight to put in earbuds or else he’d have blasted the whole duplex with his porny nonsense.

\tThen again he’d almost done that last week plenty of times. And if he was being honest he still hadn’t mad a real effort to air out his apartment after his depression fit. No, the only real difference between now and last week was in him. Specifically that his body ached! He collapsed on the couch as the last video finished and bit back a cartoonish sob.
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\tOn paper, he knew this was good for him. He needed to be more active, especially now. There was some truth to the idea that physical activity was good for the brain, and the idea of having a cuter femboy body than he did now was certainly motivation.

\tMotivation for what? Well. That part he could figure out later. Right now the big priority was the literal desert which his esophagus had become and how to move non-compliant body enough to grab his cool, refreshing looking water bottle off of the coffee table.

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\t\t“Nobody’s born an Alpha. But some are born closer than others.
\t\tPreds especially. You wanna be on top? Live like they do.
\t\tThat means eat like they do. Red meat and lots of it.
\tRaw, when possible. No soy!”

\tApparently edamame didn’t go in everything. It was a pretty nice little snack to have at work. At least the salted and roasted stuff he’d grabbed from the gas station yesterday had been. It wasn’t too far off from eating mixed nuts. Much like his name, the irony of a chipmunk enjoying such a snack wasn’t exactly lost on him. But it was at least more filling than those damn sun chips he’d obsessed over though high school.

\tFor a moment Simon thought about the whole species/diet link. There were people out there who loved that kind of thing. Fixation on superficialities for the sake of sex. Some subs would only date preds. Just like some would only date Eurofurs or Afrofurs. It was a subset of kink that Simon knew about in the abstract but never really quite understood. The fact that it crept so hard into the vernacular of some self help gurus was unnerving and probably said quite a bit about the politics said individuals kept.

\tIn that regard, at least, the diet he’d planned out was almost punk. Or, something like that. Maybe.

\tGranola was shockingly easy to get. One would assume it’d have been relegated into the realm of health food stores these days. Yet there it was at Meijer, as was the yogurt and the mixed berries. That last one sadly required him to thaw some out in a bowl the night before. He was going to have to work out some kind of system to have that prepped. Maybe something like the parfait cups you could buy at Meijer?

\tHis impromptu grocery run had netted him enough supplies to make this breakfast for a week, along with nearly a month’s worth of  store brand cookies n cream protein shakes. Dry roasted buffalo Edamame to snack on and some of those squeezy water flavors to help him cut back on pop.

\tOnly now, sitting there in front of the bowl of what would be his breakfast most days, did Simon begin to question his plan. He wasn’t fully ‘fem’, but he wasn’t exactly overweight either. 140 lbs was still well in the healthy weight range for someone five-foot-five. He certainly didn’t want to end up starving himself for beauty. Like Gretchen had… technically implied, this was about fixing himself!

\t“I do want to be cute, though.” He sighed. It was kind of a gross thing to say. Not that he was attached to his masculinity in any real way. He dumped the Tupperware full of mixed berries into the bottom of his grey-green stoneware bowl and looked longingly for a moment at the pitted cherries which had pooled up at the bottom.

\tMemories came flooding back. Of the first spring after the Divorce. His mom driving them out to a u-pick cherry orchard. The fun the little chipmunk cub had  with his mother holding him up in her arms while he hastily tried to yank as many of the shiny red fruits as he could into their big paper bag.

\tHe tried to call up memories when he’d been that happy since. They existed, sure. Getting that big Lego spaceship for Christmas one year. Trips with his dad and step mom to Michigan Adventure. Friends, the name of whom he couldn’t place off hand, inviting him over to play Playstation games or stream anime on Netflix, often getting the ‘cool’ violent stuff they weren’t supposed to be watching.

\tYet the more he thought about it, the more scant those memories became. Crowded out by teasing and taunts. By bullying. By teachers admonishing him for being disruptive. Until he started to fade out. Until he started blending in. Trading the highs of enjoying himself in order to erase the lows of the inevitable backlash.

\tBefore Simon realized it he was watching the whole tub of plain yogurt he’d secured nearly falling in a block down into the bowl. The daydreaming munk quickly tilted the tub back up and used his spoon to push the stuff back in. Most of it returned successfully. The rest made a mess on the kitchen island and his paw.

\tSomething was messed up with him. There were no two ways about it. What that all was he couldn’t put his finger on. He simply knew he had to change. Whatever was wrong with him it almost felt like he could put his finger on it. Until he could, he just had to start making changes.

\tAnd if they didn’t work? Well, maybe he’d make some more.

\tFinally Simon tapped out the granola on to the meal and stirred it all in. He looked down at the overly simple concoction and braced himself for the worst. His eyes slipping shut, Simon opened his maw and shoved the spoon in deep.

\tIt didn’t have any right to be that good. Plain yogurt was supposed to be gross. Granola was supposed to be boring. Fruit was something adults made kids eat instead of a real dessert. The fact that he was hardly a ‘kid’ anymore only barely entered in to his mind. The borderline painful tartness, the mellow sweetness of the yogurt and the crunch added in by the granola all hit different. It was nothing like he’d expected. Far more than the fast food sandwich or occasional breakfast bar he’d been used to for so long. Before he knew what was happening Simon had managed to devour most of the meal and was shoveling berry-stained yogurt into his maw like melted ice cream!

\tJust like that, the meal was gone. He again affirmed the need he’d have to find a better container for these things. Probably something he could reuse and prep before work or class. Fortunately today was a class-day. Which meant he still had a few hours to enjoy himself before hand.

\tAfter washing off his paw in the sink along with the bowl, Simon paced towards the bathroom hoping the mirror would help him avoid any embarrassing food spots he’d otherwise miss in his fur. The sight of the chipmunk in those femmy workout clothes staring back at him wearing globs of a mysterious white substance caused him to grin and giggle a bit. He leaned both paws on the sink and arched his back while looking into his own borderline-turquoise eyes. His tongue lulling out and lewdly licking around his muzzle just a touch.

\t“Heh. Look at you, little slut!”

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\t“You want to be an alpha? Sound like an alpha. Talk like an alpha.
\tCommand a room. Let everyone know you’re the boss even if they outrank you. Power means nothing if you don’t display it.”

\tDeerboimilk

\tThat was the streamer’s name, and it seemed he offered more than just workout advice. Simon was tempted to let that fact bias him and just go with the cute voice he knew.

\tFortunately ‘advanced financial accounting’ classes were basically the shit he had to do at his internship anyways, so it wasn’t like he had to pay attention in them. That was plenty of time to check a few options while mostly nodding along with a teacher who did not want to be there any more than the class.

\tOf them all, he liked DBM’s the best. It wasn’t trying to be sultry or deep, which was good for his borderline alto voice. It also wasn’t cartoonish parody. Such a thing would admittedly be useful for porn. Hell, he had bookmarked a few of those to use later should he decide to go further with this.

\tRight now, though, he didn’t know what he wanted.

\tNo, that wasn’t quite true. Not anymore. It wasn’t clear when the idea had struck him. Maybe it was just one of those things that he’d been blocking until he was relaxed enough to accept. Bu Simon absolutely did know now at least part of what he was hoping for.

\tHe wanted to feel happy.

\tIt was a scary idea. Sure, most people probably thought they were happy. Maybe most of them actually were. But he wasn’t. He couldn’t quite explain it, but happiness and ‘numb contentment’ weren’t the same thing. They didn’t feel the same. It reminded him of markets, in an odd way. What he’d been going for was perhaps ideal for a market economy that wasn’t run by gambling addicts and con artists. Slow, steady progressive social growth which looked to cut off the hills and valleys of typical volatility as much as possible.

\t‘Clipping the waveform’. A term he’d gotten from one of his ‘friends’ who did electrician things at the votech back in high school. Or rather one of the kids who he’d played Yugioh with on the bus in middle school and who absolutely would be trying to insist they hang out some time in a few years during their high school reunion. The idea was to provide a more stable and consistent flow of power to something. Functionally the economy was not anything physical, and yet the idea did make quite a bit of sense from a historical standpoint. That the massive jumps and crashes only lead to disaster.

\tArguing that to a teacher was one of the last times the young man could recall actually feeling something passionately enough to push back. Except that was years ago. When he was even less experienced. Even less educated. When he was already eager to give up and dealing with a teacher who in hindsight treated the market like a deity.

\tNobody was going to listen, so why not just go along with it?

\t“Now remember” the voice echoing from his car speakers chimed “There’s two parts to this. I can help you with the physical, but if you don’t have the attitude, well, don’t get upset with me if there isn’t enough UwU in your voice. Kay?”

\tSimon did his best to belt out the onomatopoeia only to feel his throat strain ever so slightly. Even if he was a ‘girly’ bit of boy, he was still a boy. The anime-esque gap between his skills and those of a ‘real’ femboy with training becoming crystal clear.

\tThe act drew a giggle, though. Which in turn drew a smile. It made him want to hurry home though the blockage of traffic and hop into his workout clothes again. He wanted to badly sing-along with the background song and work his body into a cuter shape. Sure, this may be something he abandoned in a month. But so what? He was happy. In fact he was much happier than he’d been even when hammering his brain with perversion the week before.

\tWhy that was he didn’t quite know. Not yet, anyways. He just knew he was going to enjoy it  while he tried to figure things out.

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\t“Clothes make the Alpha. Tailored suits. Track suits.
\tGym clothes from name brands. You won’t get a desirable female in
\ta graphic tee and jeans. You need to show your value.”

\tHere he was at the mall again. Except while J.C. Pennys felt more like a bit of weird fiction from Lovecraft’s time dredged up to the modern era, hot topic just felt excitingly cheesy.

\tThe long-suffering girl behind the counter didn’t seem to pay much mind. She sat behind the counter thumbing though her phone. Largely faded blue tips indicating what had once been her head fur’s color. Arm warmers and leg socks with black and white stripes the likes of which Tim Burton would thrill to see. She’d done her part and asked if he needed help a few times already. Now she was free to enjoy herself while Simon shopped.

\tIn turn, the young man was making the most of it. He stepped out of the changing room in tattered jean shorts with black-and-teal striped arm socks and a few faux leather bracelets. His usual Chucks weren’t really matching. Probably. Likewise his hair still wasn’t quite femmy enough to manage looking cute and androgynous the way he’d want.

\tHe looked down at the overly large shirt. Not quite as big as the trifroce one at home. Also quite a bit thinner to the touch. The logo for the show ‘Stranger things’ emblazoned on it.

\t“Not too bad.” The counter girl snickered. “Got a hot date tonight?”

\t“N-nope!” Simon yelped. The poor boys bucked teeth biting his lips “Why?”

\tThe girl shrugged and her tone became apathetic one more. “Usually the reason I see people smiling the way you do.”

\tSimon sighed and slumped his shoulders. The smile didn’t quite vanish from his muzzle. It simply became more pensive. “Nah I don’t have a date. I don’t even have a girl who’s interested, really” he sighed. The actual weight of that statement hitting him a bit harder as he looked down at his paws. Even now he still wondered what Mistress would think. It seemed extra silly since, if anything, ‘She’ would prefer Jeanette over Simon any day. He should have been working on refining her rather than this.

\tSo why was this all making him so happy?

\tThe question was brushed off a few moments later. Replaced with a heavy sigh and a small roll of the shoulders as he paced his way up back up to the clothing racks at the side of the store. “You know it’s kind of sad I didn’t find any Hazbin stuff here. I would have loved an Angeldust shirt.”

\t“Oh like they’d ever get something that indie in here. That‘d be like Netflix or Amazon picking up Vizi‘s stuff.” The counter girl scoffed. “Face it, we missed the era of ‘authentic’ HT. Just left with the commercial scraps and ashes.”

\tSimon blinked and turned to the salesgirl “Are you, um, sure it’s ok to be saying that?” he laughed nervously “Wont’ your manager get mad?”

\t“I am the manager!” She proclaimed.

\tAs one might expect, such a comment put paid to the whole discussion. The woman went back to her phone and Simon went back to browsing over the offerings.

\tOnce again he was spending money. Once again it felt like a bandaid of sorts. He shouldn’t be doing it. If it kept up he might end up having to use credit cards, and the last thing he needed to do was fuck with his credit score and thus his CPA career. So he did his best this time to be careful. He’d put the shirt and jeans back at some point. Honestly he could probably make the same shit from stuff at Goodwill, and while Hot Topic might not have any cute Hazbin shirts there might be some place online to get them anyways. Ones that didn’t feel like tissue paper. The knee highs and arm socks were keepers, though. At which point Simon paused and glanced back to the saleswoman.

\t“I uh, by the way. You guys sell makeup here, right?” He muttered. Suddenly his voice became worlds more timid.

\tThat seemed to hook the woman’s attention once more. She looked up and quirked a brow. Then smiled the worst, most sadistic smile. “Oh, I get it. You don’t have a ‘girl’ for date night. I gotcha.”

\t“N-no!” Simon yelped “I didn’t mean that. I’m straight!”

\t“Straight, huh?” She huffed while pulling herself around the counter.

\tSimon bristled a bit and took a half step forwards “What’s so funny about that? I mean, yeah ok I’m not a super masculine guy but-”

\t“I didn’t say anything.” The salesgirl clearly lying. She knew she was lying, and as one might expect simply didn’t care. “Look, who you want to date and what you want to do with them? None of my business. I don’t really care. I’m just saying I don’t know too many straight boys who come in here asking for makeup. Or dressing like that, for that matter.”

\tA quick glance over his outfit caused Simon to huff and roll his eyes “Looks like a typical emo boy to me” He shrugged

\t“When was the last time you saw an Emo boy?” The girl’s smirk only grew as she crossed her fishnet-clad arms over her black baby doll top and gave him the most passive-yet-accusatory look one could imagine.

\t“Highschool” He huffed back

\t“The fuck did you go to high school?” She snorted

\t“Allegan” he muttered. His voice a bit low and timid. True Kzoo wasn’t big. But his mom’s move out there had basically meant he’d spent a bunch of his high school career in the boonies. Not that anyone there saw it that way. “B-but I was going to Hillside for middle school and I’m pretty damn sure I remember Goths there too!”

\t“Goth” The porcupine corrected “Not Emo.”

\tShe went though a few different scattered items on a shelf, plucking them out and placing them into his hands. “Kingdom Hearts lipgloss. Coralline fur duster compact. Fur marker and stencil kit, that‘s got ones for freckles ‘and‘ e-girl ‘under the eye‘ shapes. No name brand black eyeliner. And a choker”

\tThe other items Simon took into his hands without much protest. The choker, though, caused him to recoil. A gesture that made the girl pause and slide it back on to its hook on the rack.

\t“Look.” She sighed. “I donno what you got going. I don’t wanna know. Not my business. But if it ‘were’ my business I’d say it seems like you’ve got a lot on your mind. All I’m saying is, most straight guys don’t act that way. Especially not the ones willing to put on some freaking makeup.”

\t“Yeah, well” He sighed

\t“I’m not going to give you any tips on how to wear that shit, you know” she muttered

\t“I never said I needed it!” the chipmunk’s voice cracking as he snapped back

\tAnother sigh from the saleswoman and she began making her way back to the counter, once again leaning in on it and flicking her phone, open. “Go ahead and swap out. Anything you don’t wanna buy put back on the hanger and bring it up. Better not see you trying to ditch any of that makeup there, though. Not after I went out of my way to help you find it.”

\tIt seemed her definition of ‘help’ was one borderline alien to Simon. Still he smiled back. A politeness born from both masking his true frustration and just general awkward confusion. “Yeah uh, thanks.”

\t“Luna” The girl noted

\t“Luna.” he nodded “Yeah. Got it…”

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\t\t“Alpha’s don’t masturbate. They don’t watch porn. You wanna cum?
\t\tFind a female. Your job is to make her have kids and start a fucking family. Cumming is a waste of time!”

\tIt was quickly becoming his favorite video. The cute, femmy, twink femboy bunny Link getting railed and plowed by a toned and handsome Ganondorf. The board’s massive 3d toon cock slipping in and out of the drooling, ahegao-faced slut while the chorus chimed along.

\t“Suck for Daddy, Fuck for Daddy, Obey Daddy, Slave for Daddy!”

\tBy this point the was simply humming it and moaning the words while bouncing one of his smaller toys in and out of his too-tight little hole. After last week he was mostly sexually exhausted. There was no way he could have gone on another binge like that even if he wanted to. But it was Wednesday now and he hadn’t done a damn thing overtly sexual in days. Really since Gretchen had taken him out for breakfast Simon’s focus had been on all sorts of other matters.

\tBut it was still ok to scratch an itch sometimes. Besides, this was part of his self help, too.

\tThe video was on a loop. He ‘was’ on empty after all even after a few days to recover. The thing was too short to get him off in this state. Especially since he’d decided a boy ‘like him’ should be more focused on that little boy-pussy of his than on his goonstick. He bit down on his lip and tasted the  cheap gloss. Being dressed in the same slutty workout attire he used along with the arm and leg socks had already made this whole process so much better. He thought back to how his simple face had looked in the mirror. The black eyeshadow which by now had to be running down his cheeks. The little red heart drawn in fur marker under one eye. The soft purple-black glitter brushed and dusted lightly into his cheek fur.

\tHis sneaker-clad feet were up in the air and his hole ached while he rammed the five inch dildo in and out to the beat. His palm hurt, too. So did his wrist. It was going to suck when he actually worked out after this. But the view between his legs watching the skinny blonde bunny bent over and taking hog cock. Those pretty painted lips kissing his Master. The way the dark lord toyed with the boy and roughed him up in each scene.

\tIt had always been one of his favorite ‘pairings’. Zelda could be hot, but she was so much better as a fellow slave. If Simon thought of her at al in porn it was almost as an accessory to make Link’s dubitation and conquest better. The fact that the first porn pic he’d ever seen involved the three of them might have contributed to that somewhat, come to think of it.

\tNot that he was doing much thinking. The toy pounded mercilessly at him while he watched his cock twitch to the beat. Twitch to the sight of that powerful, evil twisted dark lord claiming his prize. The munk chattered and tittered while huffing and puffing. He felt his singing grow, and slur while he stuck his tongue out in a sloppy-yet-instinctive ahegao face.

\tHe let his eyes close and for a moment he could feel it. The weight of that man. The power. Sometimes the hard abs of the ‘dark lord’. Sometimes the heavy belly of the older style ‘Ganon’. The idea of that power, that weight, crushing down on his back. He could feel himself being held up against the wall. Feel the cock forcing its way in. No concern for his own comfort. No concern for his wants, needs or arousal. Al of which made it all so much better.

\tA defeated hero. A noble young man who’d never desire such treatment. Now reduced to a mewling, shamed, helpless slut. Begging his Master to do worse. Worshiping his ‘Daddy’. Every aspect of the brutal dominating fuck shaming the pure hearted bunny boy in the most delicious and romantic ways.

\tDomination. Corruption. Conquest. In his horny haze Simon felt them all sinking into his head. Of course someone like Link wouldn’t ‘want’ this. That’s why it was so hot. That’s why it made him moan. That’s why his Master had won. Because he’d ‘trapped’ the poor boy. Because he no longer let Link have a choice.

\tSimon’s eyes snapped open. Though the timing was in fact off his brain insisted that he had opened right as the scene of Ganon cumming on his conquest’s face popped up again. An irony considering the poor rodent had spurted at the same time. His milked jizz spraying over his face and his glasses.

\tHe collapsed. He was still horny. Something about anal always made it so he never felt like he’d fully ‘cum’. Yet the spasm had cleared things up enough for Simon to realize just where his mind had taken him. Blushing and ashamed he instinctively licked at his muzzle. Not able to stop himself until the taste of his own essence managed to fully sink into his tongue.

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\t\t“Real men, real alphas, do not use emotion. Emotions are for women.
\t\tMen use logic. Men use reason. Men use their gut. Alphas are stoics.
Don’t be a bitch!”

\t“Ok, Mom. Love you too. I promise I’ll try to come up and see you this weekend.”

\tGretchen was glaring. Simon didn’t’ care. He stuffed his phone into his pocket and proudly shoved his head up high.

\t“You done?” The mole maid muttered

\t“Obviously.” Simon murred happily “What, you don’t’ check in on your folks now and then?

\t“I do not.” Each word was dry ice to the ears. Whatever the issue was that alone told Simon to drop it.

\tInstead he gripped his hands behind his head and hummed happily to himself. Loud enough for it to be obvious. The same little porn-brained song he’d had stuck in his head bouncing along in his throat

\tThey’d made it past the Michaels before Gretchen stopped and glowed up at him. The slight difference in height somehow a vast chasm with the aid of her distress

\t“What’s wrong?” He all but cooed. “notice something?”

\tThat you’re annoying?” She spat. “Or that you’re not good at taking off makeup?”

\tA heavy blush hit Simon’s cheeks. That probably made it worse. He quickly began to paw and wipe at his face only to finally give up and slump down in defeat. An act which pleased Gretchen greatly from the looks of things.

\t“I was trying to see if you noticed other stuff. Like the fact that I’ve been working out. Or my voice.”

\t“Working out?” She blinked and gave him the once over “how long?”

\t“A few days, now.” he chattered proudly

\t“A few. You’re not stupid, Simon. You know that’s not long enough for anything to change. Also, what about your voice?” The non-plussed mole marched her way up to the door of the Boba shop and pulled it open. True, chivalry said that a man held the door open for a lady. But between the two of them there was little distinction. More over, this was Michigan. You held the door, period. That’s just how it works.

\t“I was trying out some voice training.” Simon proclaimed happily. “I thought I could sound cuter and more femmy.”

\t“Wait, ‘more’ Femmy?” If it was possible to slam a piston-assisted store door on someone, Gretchen might have done it just then. Her eyes narrowed into tiny dagger slits as she eyed the other fur. “So, what? You’re trying to do that whole Femmy thing again and go after Master? I thought you said you were taking a break.”

\t“I am!” He snapped “Also Jeanette wasn’t about getting your Mater. I told you I’m straight. I just wanted to feel, cute. You know? I like it!”

\t“That why you’re trying out the new outfit?” the mole huffed

\tSimon nodded proudly. “You know what they say. Clothes make the fu-”

\t“Cognition” the word swatted his quip down with the force of a sledgehammer “Cognition makes us what we are. Clothing is pure placebo. Outside of a dungeon you should wear what’s comfortable.”

\t“Yeah, ok miss hipster.” He scoffed back “Says the girl who gets all excited when her Mistress decides to play dress-up dolly with her.”

\t“What is with you?” Gretchen huffed “You are so full of beans today! ‘So’ full!”

\tHe didn’t answer. Not right away at least Instead he made his way up to the counter and placed their usual order. Gretchen made her way to their usual table and soon he’d joined her. Even if it was Thursday rather than Friday, some things just worked mechanically.

\tSimon set her drink down first and slipped in to the booth. He sipped his now familiar tea and leaned back. Much of the odd energy and sass was dissipating. Not from her sour mood. He’d built an emotional callous to that now. It was more that it simply calmed. The eagerness turning just a touch passive.

\t“Look, I know this sounds really odd but the truth is I’m just trying it. You saw how fucked up I was last week. I figured I needed a change. And, well,” he gestured broadly. Not that there was anything around him to indicate that change. Really the whole thing made him feel a bit stupid. Stupid enough that he sighed and shrank back into his seat with a nervous little laugh.

\t“So why are you telling me this?” There was a line. One that was impossible to see unless you got to know Gretchen. The line between her usual disaffected demeanor and genuine irritation. Simon was very close to that line. That fact cause him to sink into his seat as his smile became wistful.

\t“Because you’re my friend.” The words blurted. Alarm bells sang in his head and he ignored every one of them while leaning in against the table “Because you were the one who got me to realize I needed a change. You got me to see how miserable I was. How hopeless“ The timidity returned to his voice and Simon shrank down a bit “So, you know. I was excited to see what you thought...”

\tSilence fell. It was as if time had frozen. Everything still in perfectly clear crystal. Her eyes didn’t meet his even as he gazed at her. Her body didn’t move save for the heavy breathing with its faint nasal whine. Finally she brought her straw to her lips, took a deep pull, and set the drink down slowly.

\t“Ok then” Gretchen nodded “Out with your deck. Let’s see if I can convince you to trim out some of those vehicles.”

\t“The vehicles are the point, though” Simon’s smile returned. Just like that the tension evaporated. Even though she struggled to hide it he could see the small smile at the corner of Gretchen’s muzzle. Even if nothing else, that made this whole thing worth it.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Leashed Chapter 18: Beta Boi", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "69" }