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The end.\n\nI'd say this is my first novel 'written' as a novel. Not just me chucking out short stories until it hits an end point. But this whole thing is hardly worth of being treated as such. It's not really edited, save for some input from a few friends. It's both too short and too draggy. Ultimately it's nothing more than some massive dorky squeek making up backstories for characters and smashing them together like dolls in a toybox. \n\nBut if you're reading this then you likely read the rest. Which means you know that already, and it also means I appreciate you suffering though my work. \n\n'Writer's Write' is a cliche. But really that's why I do it. I spent a short time doing commissions but that burned me out bad. I don't do this for gain even though I kinda wish I could. I do this because it's me. It's what I have the urge and impulse to do. I think I might even if I didn't have readers. But to those who do read I don't think I can express how much I appreciate it.\n\nThank you, I mean that.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "And here it is. The end.

I'd say this is my first novel 'written' as a novel. Not just me chucking out short stories until it hits an end point. But this whole thing is hardly worth of being treated as such. It's not really edited, save for some input from a few friends. It's both too short and too draggy. Ultimately it's nothing more than some massive dorky squeek making up backstories for characters and smashing them together like dolls in a toybox.

But if you're reading this then you likely read the rest. Which means you know that already, and it also means I appreciate you suffering though my work.

'Writer's Write' is a cliche. But really that's why I do it. I spent a short time doing commissions but that burned me out bad. I don't do this for gain even though I kinda wish I could. I do this because it's me. It's what I have the urge and impulse to do. I think I might even if I didn't have readers. But to those who do read I don't think I can express how much I appreciate it.

Thank you, I mean that.", "writing": "Leashed Chapter 25: Date\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\t“Sorry I’m broke.” Why was that the first thing out of Justin’s mouth? It took a while for Simon to really process it. When it did, it made him blush.\n\n\tJustin was the ‘boy’. He was the man in this relationship. That’s why he was driving. That’s why he’d picked where they were going. That’s why he’d texted his ‘date’ telling him not too expect anything too fancy.\n\n\t“Whatever you pick will be fine” He stopped short of the Sir. Instead he just started to fidget his fingers while listening to some someone singing about taking his date home to his parents’ house. It was never the type of thing he could imagine Justine listening to. The way Justin bobbed his head and belted out fragments of the song utterly off key at random intervals. The Led Zeppelin shirt with the sleeves cut off that looked almost anachronistic. It reminded him of the metalhead kid on the new season of ‘Stranger things’. Less in looks and far more in vibe.\n\n\tSimon bit down on his inner cheek, then on the corner of his lip. He rocked a little bit himself, back and forth, trying to repress his anxious excitement. “You know, I mean, I could have gone as Jeanette if you’d wanted. S- Gah, darn it.”\n\n\t“No, it‘s ok now.” Justin chuckled. “It‘s kind of cute actually. As for Jeanette? No. If things work out we‘ll have plenty of time for her. But she‘s a dolly. A tool in the toy box. The same way I use Justine.” He glanced over for a moment. It was as much time as he seemed willing to spare while driving. It was probably the responsible thing. Poor Simon’s fluttering heart wished it had been longer though. Eyes back on the road, he pumped the breaks for some overly-large pickup to pull out on a red and bit back a swear word.\n\n\t“Nobody can fucking drive in this state.” He sighed “Half the reason that big angry zigzag in Grand Rapids makes me so nervous.” A few moments passed in quiet while Justin regained his focus. Only when he seemed sure he wasn’t going to slam into anyone jumping a light or sign did he continue. “Look, I don’t want you to worry about any of that. Today it’s a date with just us. Just a man and his cute pet candidate. With no pretty little dress to hide behind.”\n\n\tThe implication made Simon squee. Almost as much as the plug he’d shoved into himself. He had offered Justin the chance to his app with it as a surprise. The otter turned him down. ‘Too soon’. But it was still a sizable toy rammed right into a tight boy hole. It still absolutely caused him to squirm and fidget while going though the stop-start driving of Westnage gridlock.\n\n\tIt didn’t take a native of Kzoo to figure out where they were going. Granted, Simon was just that. So it was pretty easy to tell. Still there was a bit of shock when he saw them pulling in and watched the Crossroads mall coming up in front of them\n\n\t“Here we are.” Justin proclaimed with absurd grandiosity “Our first stop.”\n\n--------------------\n\n\tEveryone has been to the mall. Or at least Simon was pretty sure of it. Admittedly there were people in his age bracket now with kids so who knew if fellow 20 somethings or even the older 30 somethings were taking their kids to malls or traditional clothing outlets anymore. Maybe the days of parents dragging their kids to Penny’s and Kohls was long passed. Maybe this new generation would grow up on a steady diet of thrift stores and Fortnite cosplay. \n\n\tThen again, his mood might be impacted by the company.\n\n\tSimon munched on some fries while they walked. When he wasn’t popping one in his mouth, though, he was holding Justin’s hand. It felt odd. He’d never done this with a girl before. Now, ‘he’ felt like the girl. The knee socks, shorts and arm warmers felt like a better fit than just going out in more ‘normal’ clothing. So anyone looking at the two would be clear who was filling the traditional girl role here.\n\n\tIt was wrong to say he didn’t mind. He absolutely did. That was part of why the poor rodent was pitching a tent that was near impossible to conceal right now. The best he could hope for was leaning on his Sir and trying to make sure the judgmental stares of people coming over from Michigan’s bible belt stayed on his iron-straightened headfur and painted lips. Not the shameful little bump in his shorts.\n\n\tIronically it was Simon who’d guided them to and from each store. It started with an attempt to get Justin to try on some sneakers Simon might buy as a memento, and because they looked cute. Unfortunately Sir seemed a bit reluctant and they didn’t really have anything ‘special’ enough for the occasion. Simon would have to figure something else out later. Then it was the rock store to look at some pretty shiny things. Mostly to see what Gretchen might like, but a bit for himself too. The candy store, the ‘vintage’ clothing shop, even a trip into Spencers where Justin threatened to buy him a vibe. \n\n\tThat last one was the worst since it forced Simon to announce that he had more than enough toys. Sir told him that he’d have to show them off some time. So now there was ‘that’ hanging over his head.\n\n\t“Do we have time for one more stop, Sir?” Simon whimpered while tugging at the otter’s arm. For his part Justin had cleaned up nicely enough. Apparently Hui had insisted on coming up to help him. Hui. He’d have to meet her properly some time. The notion quickly drifting to the realization. She was technically his ‘Miss’, right? \n\n\tA nose boop snapped him out of it. He looked up at the clean and sharp looking otter boy, and blushed. Shifting back on his heels a bit while glancing off to the side. “S-sorry, Sir.” he mumbled\n\n\t“So where is it you wanted to go? I mean I’m still mostly broke so I probably can’t get anything. This is all you, boy.”\n\n\tSimon could barely contain his squeal. He whimpered and whined. Lowered his head and started swaying side to side. “S-siiiiir” he whimpered. It took a few deep breaths before he was able to relax again, before he was able to start dragging his date towards the one store a boy looking like him should visit. Hot Topic.\n\n\tThe double take was worth it. The few times before that Simon came in the prickly porcupine behind the counter had been as aloof as could be. A vision of pure detached boredom carved in stone. That crumbled when she saw him. Simon walking in hanging off of the otter’s arm. It was a Herculean task to keep his gloating and preening to a few contented chin wiggles and lots of anxious squirming. \n\n\t“Gawd.” The gothy girl gasped\n\n\t“I know, right?” Simon simpered a bit while tucking his nose into the soft fur of Justin’s wire cord arm. “H-he’s really dashing, right?”\n\n\t“Did you have to call me that?” A blush! An actual blush spreading on Justin’s face. He quickly glanced away from the store manager and then glanced back up at her with a bit of a smile. “H-hi.”\n\n\t“Sir, This is Luna.” Simon noted in as girly a sing-song as he could manage. “Luna, this is… well… this is my Sir. Justin.”\n\n\t“We’re still kind of just trying things out.” Justin was quick to note. “It’s complicated.”\n\n\tLuna nodded solemnly and stuffed her phone into a small pouch at her hip. The best she could manage between the tattered skirt and tight corset she was wearing. “Still a bit of a shock.” She snorted “I mean I don’t know Simon here all that well, but I do know he was freaking out over someone and insisting pretty hard he wasn’t gay not too long ago.”\n\n\t“I’m not!” Simon yipped. He then quickly nestled up against his Sir and bit his lower lip again flicking his tongue against the cheap lipstick.\n\n\tLuna rolled her eyes and sighed. “Not even gonna touch that one. Still, it’s cute to see you out like this. This a special trip just for my benefit or are you two here looking for something?”\n\n\t“Mostly window shopping.” Justin noted quickly “Then he wanted to drag me in here.”\n\n\tLuna nodded. A small grin passing over her face. “Well while you’re here, I mean I happen to notice the lil bitch boi’s neck is quite bare. We have quite a few chokers if you’re-”\n\n\tJustin shook his head and lifted a paw. “No, that’s… I’m not sure how much he told you but my partners and I take that all very seriously. We’re trying to take things slow. Plus we still have to think about lunch.”\n\n\t“Oh yeah! You did turn down everywhere in the food court.” Simon whimpered.\n\n\t“Yeah, well, I already have my heart set on a nice big Elvish. So save room for Bilbos.” A proud murr from Justin. That murr died a bit when Simon’s expression wasn’t nearly as shocked as he was probably hoping.\n\n\t“Oh, uh, Sorry Sir. I’m sure it’s good. I’ve just never been. B-but anywhere is going to be good with you!”\n\n\t“Gawd, he’s a little flatterer isn’t he?” Luna snorted. “Can’t say it isn’t charming in its own fucked up way. You know the first time this boy came in here he was practically melting down over impressing someone. Would it be right to assume that someone is you?”\n\n\t“No” Justin shook his had, then stopped and just started scratching the back of it nervously “Well ok, kinda? It’s complicated.”\n\n\t“Yes” Simon squeaked before shrinking back and letting out a more timid chirp. His cute-if-flat booty poking out a bit from his odd posture. Better that then make an example of his bulge, though. “S-sorry, Sir. But I think yes is the most correct answer. I mean, if that’s ok.”\n\n\tA paw dipped down and cupped his cheek, guiding it up until their eyes locked. It was something Justine had done before. Yet this was totally different. The fluttering in Simon’s heart was no longer weighed down by so many ephemeral concerns and worries. Oh, he was still scared. He knew that. It was simply that for the first time he somehow felt… free.\n\n\t“Y-you know” He started “I haven’t been to Bilbos before, so you’ll have to recommend some things.”\n\n\t“You’re getting the Rhadaghast.” Justin stated. That one little statement causing Simon to melt.\n\n\t“Ok you two love birds.” Luna sighed. “If you’re done showing off and making me feel jealous, have anything you might want? I’m not just here to socialize, you know.”\n\n\tThe chipmunk boy lowered his ears and slumped. “Y-you sound like a manager.” He spat with as much meek vitriol as he could.\n\n\t“I am the manager.” She giggled. Now come on. I’m sure we can find you something cute to impress your new owner.”\n\n--------------------\n\n\t“Sorry about this.” Simon sighed. “I know this is supposed to be a date.”\n\n\t“A casual date” Justin corrected.\n\n\t“Our ‘first’ date!” Simon’s whine \n\n\tA pet store. He’d just had to mention to his Sir-to-be that he was almost out of birdseed at home. It wasn’t an actual request or anything! Just something he’d noted in passing.\n\n\tBut now here they were, walking through the aisles. Simon knew exactly where to go, yet he found himself falling in line just behind Justin. Following him along nervously while the two traipsed though the wrong aisles and the otter scanned his surroundings for the needed feed.\n\n\t“I mean you might as well buy a big bag while we’re here.” Justin chuckled “That’s the point of having an open bed on your truck… car… thingy.”\n\n\t“Why ‘did’ you pick that one, if I can ask” Simon whimpered\n\n\t“Because it was cheap and Subaru parts basically fall out of the damn sky” Justin shrugged “I can probably keep it going until I can afford an actual pickup. Which feels gross to say, but if I end up doing anything other than desk work I’ll probably need it.”\n\n\tA few small curious chitters and Simon was by his almost-Sir’s side. He gazed up though his bangs and over his glasses at the slightly taller boy. “Why gross?” the question not judgmental, just curious.\n\n\t“Have you seen modern pickups?” Justin sighed. He then stopped, his ear twitching as he made his way towards a series of loud tweets and chirps.\n\n\tAs one might expect, the bird seed and the too-small cages where pet birds were being kept for sale were right next to each other. Simon knew it, obviously. He simply couldn’t bring himself to tell Justin something when it was so much easier to be led.\n\n\t“Which one of these do we need?” The otter asked as he stopped by the shelf holding the seed bags. He then turned his attention to the birds. It wasn’t a huge selection. Macaws, a parrot, parakeets. And naturally the finches. This particular store had quite a few finches.\n\n\t“So which one is yours?” Justin mused as he looked the birds over “I mean, which one looks like her? I assume Artemis is a ‘her’, right?”\n\n\t“She is.” Simon nodded “But she’s an owl finch. They don’t have any of those here right now. Honestly I hate to see any of them stuck here like this.”\n\n\tA few moments of mulling and Justin nodded his head “Cages too small?” He posited\n\n\tSimon gave a grim nod. “Admittedly I go a bit overboard with my enclosure, I think. Gonna be a pain in the ass when I have to move. But if I can’t take Artie out safely all that often I should at least give her plenty of space, right?”\n\n\tJustin nodded his head and looked over the birds in the cages. A paw ran though his pulled-back blonde tresses and tugged at the band of his ponytail. “Is it ok for them to be all bunched up like that, then?” He asked thoughtfully.\n\n\t“Not to that extent, no.” Simon sighed. “You ‘should’ have at least two birds in an enclosure, assuming their temperaments match.”\n\n\t“So who’s your other one?”\n\n\tSimon blinked and whimpered “I uh, I haven’t gotten one yet.” he confessed “I donno, it just never felt like the ‘right’ time. Maybe because I was always busy. Or because I didn’t like her being out when I was doing my ‘other’ hobby” he blushed\t\n\n\t“Ok, so how about now?” Justin smirked\n\n\tSimon’s eyes widened a bit “Wait wat?”\n\n\t“Sure” the otter chuckled “We’re here, right? You said you wanted this date to be special. I think that would be a great way to do it.”\n\n\tWhines and titers stirred in the chipmunk’s throat. He looked on at the array of birds. The poor things all bunched up waiting for sale. If he could he probably would have built some giant aviary and let all of the chill in it. Never mind how slippery that slope really was. \n\n\tHe wanted to contest the logic, but really he couldn’t. Instead deflating with a laugh and nodding as he looked up at those beautiful blue eyes of his, god he kept wanting to say Sir.\n\n\t“W-well, I mean, if ‘you’re’ the one insisting” he whimper “I guess that’s not to too bad of an idea. But!” he pushed himself up against Justin firmly “O-only if, only if you pick. Ok? You have to pick.”\n\n\t“You sure?” Justin quirked a brow at that and looked down at the still grinning boy. He was greeted with a huge giggle and a hyperactive nod. The otter then sighed and scratched the back of his head nervously. “Ok but, I’mma need your help with this. I know exactly jack about birds.”\n\n\tSimon smiled, resisting the urge to bring up cars.\n\n\tThat reassurance seemed to be enough. He turned back to the cages and looked over the array of birds, poking and pointing, asking Simon to name each one.\n\n\t“Ok, how about that one?” Justin’s finger jabbing at a simple little brown finch with soft, largely uniform color. The belly only somewhat lighter and more yellowish-brown than the rest\n\n\t“Chestnut-bellied seed finch” Simon nodded\n\n\tThat was fast” the otter snickered\n\n\tSimon snorted and pointed to the small laminated plaques with the names and a small picture beside each\n\n\t“Oh.” a bit of deflation for the dominant of the two, which only caused Simon to push up against him harder. \n\n\tA few minutes of searching on his phone and a triumphant little squeak. “It does like she’s be a good match, Sir.” Simon giggled “At least in terms of general temperament. She is pretty, too. Would… would you like to name her?”\n\n\t“You sure?” A hint of fear now in Justin’s voice. Even more washing over his face. “I mean, if things don’t work out…”\n\n\t“I’m sure. S- I’m sure.” he nodded back.\n\n\tJustin nodded and began to stroke his muzzle thoughtfully. He said nothing. It was clear he was putting a ton of thought into this. The way his fidgets and shifted temperament grew with each moment was honesty almost cute. Or at least as close to it as Simon would allow himself to think of someone who was his superior. Someone tantalizingly more manly.\n\n\t“Aibell?” The word finally coming, a small, odd accent along with it. “She was a fairy queen, kinda. It’s complicated. Hui says she’s in a ton of poems. She kinda loves Fairies.”\n\n\t“Aibell?” Simon parroted the word, not even attempting to put the likely bad Gaelic accent on to it. “Alright. Hello, Aibell”\n\n--------------------\n\n\t“So this is the last stop” Justin sighed. “I swear traffic on the weekends is always a bitch.”\n\n\t“People want to do stuffs.” Simon shrugged. He paused and whimpered as he pulled himself out of the passengers seat. Popping his head over the Baja like his distant evolutionary precursor. “Though why’d we show up here? Gonna get some books from Milly? Or, uh…” Simon’s eyes traced from the book store to the sex shop. His poor tail unfortunately unable to keep from waggling.\n\n\t“Not this time.” Justin sighed. “If Bailey sees me right now I swear to god I’ll never hear the end of it. Girl’s kinda pissed she never got to dominate me on stage before the breakdown.”\n\n\t“Ohhhh. She ‘is’ a she!” Simon smacked his forehead, then quickly blinked and did a double take “Wait, dominate you?”\n\n\t“I’m not a sub” Justin shrugged “But I’ve done it. A good Dom should know how. Plus we kinda agreed on switching up. So now I owe her one. Look, Simon.” He sighed and smiled while leaning on the car. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet. I don’t know about you, either. Not fully. That’s why we’re going to take things slow. It’s also why we’re going to set out some ground rules.”\n\n\tThat caused Simon to turn away and cast his eyes down at the parking lot. “I wasn’t exactly good at following those before, though. Was I?” He sighed\n\n\t“You slipped up once.” Justin noted “That’s all. That’s life. And it was because you had some feelings you weren’t dealing with. So the first rule is we both need to be honest. Both of us. Not just you. If you have questions or concerns you ask. Understand? I might not turn out to be as great as you think.”\n\n\tSimon pouted a bit and tried to strike his best femmie hands-on-hips pose. It failed utterly, but still got a laugh. “You know you’re making it very hard to avoid calling you Sir when you say things like that.” He muttered “Because it’s uh, well…” The reformative pose was dropped and without even meaning to Simon slipped into one that suddenly felt far more femmy and fragile. He gripped his shoulder with the opposite arm and ground his shoe into the pavement biting hard on his lip. The realization of how naturally and unconsciously his body did this only made him blush harder. “Y-you’re making the desire to say it feel super natural.”\n\n\t“This isn’t a ‘Hunter’ game and we’re not going to crossover with Scooby Do.” In spite of the joke Justin’s smile had grown on hearing that. Simon watch him walk around the car and felt the other boy’s paw firmly grip his cheek. It was feeling like a go-to move at this point. \n\n\tNot that Simon was complaining.\n\n\t“I’m going to be honest.” The otter sighed “I’m a bit nervous. Ok, more than a ‘bit’. I’m still really burned out even if I’m getting better. Benefits of a regular sleep schedule, I guess.” He laughed. He dropped his grip on the munk’s muzzle and pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping away at I for a few moments. “I made a list, and I wanted to remember it. I don’t know if this is going to work. I mean, Gretchen and I had to figure our stuff out but Hui had already claimed her about as hard as you can so that was different. Look, what I’m trying to say is this list is gonna be subject to change. I’m really just winging it.”\n\n\tThe only thing the femmy, subby lil rodent could think to do was bare a big bucked tooth grin and lean forwards with ears perked. The last thing he wanted to do was fuck this up after all.\n\n\t“Ok fist.” Justin snickered. “You may call me Sir.” He waited for the inevitable squee. He got it, loud enough that Simon almost felt like he was about to pop a vocal cord for a moment. That got a chuckle, which made the small lingering throat pain wroth it.\n\n\t“Thank you, Sir!” He lisped though his big bucked teeth. The word itself coming as a trembling coiled spring of energy just ready to bounce free.\n\n\t“Ok, ok. Calm down. Jeeze you ok? That was a hell of a lisp there.” \n\n\tSimon winced and nodded “I, uh, yeah. It kinda gets worse when I don’t think about hiding it. Lots of rodents like that. It’s why we have to go in for speech therapy more than most” He pointed up at his teeth, and then blinked when his Sir leaned in to kiss them.\n\n\t“Well, I think it’s cute.” the otter snickered\n\n\t“Thank you, Sir” The word lisped again. This time even more pronounced. Cooing out with a soft girly whine.\n\n\t“Good boy.” Justin cooed “Now. Sir does not mean Master though, not yet. We’re taking this slow. That’s the second rule, by the way. For now we’re just a Dom and his sub dating. I know you made some pretty… intense… proclamations during our walk. But cute as you are I can’t just dive right in to whatever porn brained fantasies you have. If I did that for all my sluts I’d never heal from the burnout.”\n\n\t“I guess that makes sense.” Simon sighed. “This isn’t like sessions with Justine, is it?”\n\n\t“You don’t sound as disappointed as I thought you might.” a few fingers pushed some of the now shaggy headfur out of Simon’s eyes. The poor munk nodded and looked up nervously, before casting his eyes back down. \n\n\t“The rest are pretty simple too. Four is to respect each others space and lives is three, that includes you recognizing I have two pets whom I love and will need to give attention, and me recognizing you still deserve attention as well. At this point you can probably tell I asked for input from a few more experienced Doms” He smirked “Five is ‘what I say goes, but remember your safe word.”\n\n\t“And the safe word is-”\n\n\t“Dome fossil” Justin said clearly “Do ‘not’ forget it. Also don’t hesitate to ask if you do. I’m going to try not to overwhelm you, but if you don’t use that word I expect obedience. Even from someone just ‘under consideration‘ for now. Which” he grinned wide “Brings us to why we are here.”\n\n\t“I-it does?” Simon glanced at the sex shop. He let out a loud squeak when his Sir took him by the hand. Instead just blushing hard as he realized people were seeing him. Watching him as he held hands with another boy. Trembling in exhilarating, shameful panic while meekly following the man he was going to serve.\n\n\tThey didn’t go in to the sex shop, though. The slight elation at not having to face down Bailey overshadowed by the fact that they’d instead walked in to the tattoo parlor. For all his claims of surrendering his body and identity to his Sir on the spot, Simon suddenly felt a rush of fear while looking around at the unfamiliar scape of brick and leather.\n\n\tA bat with purple headfur and fishnet arm sleeves sat behind the counter fiddling on a Switch. She looked up from the console as the pair walked in and nearly collapsed on the desk. “Uuuugh, finally. No customers all day!”\n\n\t“And here you said you would ‘squeeze me in.” Justin snickered “Simon, this is Louise. The last of Madame Dubois’ little menagerie. I’m going to assume you two haven’t met yet?”\n\n\t“Y-you don’t know, Sir. I mean I could have. I met Milly and Bailey, right?”\n\n\t“Milly and Bailey don’t run a body mod shop.” The otter snickered.\n\n\t“Yeah” Louise huffed “You don’t look like the type who’d walk in here on their own, tree rat. Then again you never know with the quiet ones. What do ya say? Wanna do a cute branding for your boyfriend there? Way more hardcore than a tat. I’ll even do it on stage for half off”\n\n\t“No!” Justin said, far more to Simon than Louise, jamming his hand out in front of him. “You know why we’re here, Lu. Jesus, you’re gonna put ideas in my subs’ heads.”\n\n\t“How is it the Dom in all this is the prude.” Louise wrinkled her fuzzy borderline fox-ish muzzle and huffed loudly. The disgust on her face clear as she wriggled her giant, ring and barbell filled ears.\n\n\t“I am the Commissar of Kink!” Justin’s proclamation fell silent. Simon didn’t get it, and was a bit pleased that the bat didn’t seem to either. The otter boy deflated a bit and sighed. “Heretics” He muttered, mostly to himself, before grabbing Simon and leading him along to a big heavy refinished old barber’s chair. One with chromed filigree and plush red leather.\n\n\t“You sure you just want a piercing, blondie? I could at least give him a tat to mark him as yours.” Lu began to size Simon up like so much meat. Her big ears perking straight up to the ceiling. One could almost see the possible images dancing around in her head as she gazed over his body.\n\n\tJustine shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Unless you’re offering it free, design included, I think we’re gonna hold off on it.” He barked. “Only reason I’m even here is you said you’d give me the Employee discount.”\n\n\t“It’s only fair, right?” Louise shrugged “I get to use my lil thing on my keychain still at the Joanns, You get to take a few bucks off the cheap stuff. Like I said I’m bored anyways. Just a single piercing this time, right?”\n\n\t“Piercing?” Simon squeaked\n\n\t“Need to safe word out?” Justin’s voice calm and even. Looking right into the boys eyes.\n\n\tSimon shook his head hard. “No, Sir! N-not at all. Though, uh… If I can, I mean if it’s ok to ask…” Simon swallowed hard “Could I, could I hold your hand for it?”\n\n\tJustin sighed and smiled. He reached down to grip the poor things paw and nodded “That’s my good little Chipette… ok no, that one probably isn’t going to be my new slaves main little pet name now is it.” He shook his head at the length of the word and looked up to the ceiling “Slave? Too generic. Fag? Yeah, can’t use that one in public now can I? Dolly? Also a secondary one… goddamn this is hard.” he finally sighed and then smiled a bit. The light of inspiration shining from his face “That’s my good Boy” he said simply. The derogatory, infantilizing, ‘lesser’-ness to it somehow twisting the simple word into something both affectionate and demeaning.\n\n\tSimon chattered a little trill and whined as he gripped his Sir’s hand harder. God, but that one word suddenly felt so right.\n\n\t“You two lovebirds done?” Lu sighed “So what’ll it be? Prince Albert? Hafada? Good ol fashioned nipples?” The black furred bat grinned wider and almost loomed over Simon now, one of her paws slowly disappearing behind a pitch black nitrile glove.\n\n\t“Right ear.” Justin said, firmly\n\n\t“Really?” Lu sighed. “That’s it? Shit you could do at home with a needle?”\n\n\t“And have you get pissed and yell at me?” Justin snapped “You come down rant at me for hours about people doing that shit every time I’m doing barback work for the Madame.”\n\n\t“I get pissed when I see babies with earrings too, numbnuts. Forgive me for having some artistic standards!” She sighed and turned away for a moment. When she returned she had a small wooden case with about a dozen different rings shown off in it. “Ok, mister Dom boy. What’ll it be? Ring or barbell.”\n\n\tSimon looked in shock at the array and then up at Justin “Um, Sir? I.. Scary as it is, if she wants to do something more…”\n\n\t“Then she can do it later” Justin sighed “Like I said before, Baby steps.”\n\n\t“Ok. But uh… is there a reason for the right ear, specifically?” Simon whined\n\n\tJustin grinned a bit wider and brushed the hair from his boy’s face so he could look into his eyes. Pushing the poor thing’s glasses up his muzzle a bit. “Well obviously. Right is the gay one.”\n\n\t“That’s not a real thing.” Lu muttered\n\n\tNaturally, Justin ignored her. Instead gesturing to the case. “Go on, boy. Pick. I think I can let you do that much at least.”\n\n\tSimon whimpered and wriggled a bit as he looked back at the case. His eyes going over the scant options until he came to one. A big, thick, silvery metal one. The actual needle looking smaller, but the ring itself clearly standing out. “Um, excuse me, Ma’am?” He whimpered “Is there any chance you have this one in blue?”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Leashed Chapter 25: Date
By TerraMGP

\t“Sorry I’m broke.” Why was that the first thing out of Justin’s mouth? It took a while for Simon to really process it. When it did, it made him blush.

\tJustin was the ‘boy’. He was the man in this relationship. That’s why he was driving. That’s why he’d picked where they were going. That’s why he’d texted his ‘date’ telling him not too expect anything too fancy.

\t“Whatever you pick will be fine” He stopped short of the Sir. Instead he just started to fidget his fingers while listening to some someone singing about taking his date home to his parents’ house. It was never the type of thing he could imagine Justine listening to. The way Justin bobbed his head and belted out fragments of the song utterly off key at random intervals. The Led Zeppelin shirt with the sleeves cut off that looked almost anachronistic. It reminded him of the metalhead kid on the new season of ‘Stranger things’. Less in looks and far more in vibe.

\tSimon bit down on his inner cheek, then on the corner of his lip. He rocked a little bit himself, back and forth, trying to repress his anxious excitement. “You know, I mean, I could have gone as Jeanette if you’d wanted. S- Gah, darn it.”

\t“No, it‘s ok now.” Justin chuckled. “It‘s kind of cute actually. As for Jeanette? No. If things work out we‘ll have plenty of time for her. But she‘s a dolly. A tool in the toy box. The same way I use Justine.” He glanced over for a moment. It was as much time as he seemed willing to spare while driving. It was probably the responsible thing. Poor Simon’s fluttering heart wished it had been longer though. Eyes back on the road, he pumped the breaks for some overly-large pickup to pull out on a red and bit back a swear word.

\t“Nobody can fucking drive in this state.” He sighed “Half the reason that big angry zigzag in Grand Rapids makes me so nervous.” A few moments passed in quiet while Justin regained his focus. Only when he seemed sure he wasn’t going to slam into anyone jumping a light or sign did he continue. “Look, I don’t want you to worry about any of that. Today it’s a date with just us. Just a man and his cute pet candidate. With no pretty little dress to hide behind.”

\tThe implication made Simon squee. Almost as much as the plug he’d shoved into himself. He had offered Justin the chance to his app with it as a surprise. The otter turned him down. ‘Too soon’. But it was still a sizable toy rammed right into a tight boy hole. It still absolutely caused him to squirm and fidget while going though the stop-start driving of Westnage gridlock.

\tIt didn’t take a native of Kzoo to figure out where they were going. Granted, Simon was just that. So it was pretty easy to tell. Still there was a bit of shock when he saw them pulling in and watched the Crossroads mall coming up in front of them

\t“Here we are.” Justin proclaimed with absurd grandiosity “Our first stop.”

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\tEveryone has been to the mall. Or at least Simon was pretty sure of it. Admittedly there were people in his age bracket now with kids so who knew if fellow 20 somethings or even the older 30 somethings were taking their kids to malls or traditional clothing outlets anymore. Maybe the days of parents dragging their kids to Penny’s and Kohls was long passed. Maybe this new generation would grow up on a steady diet of thrift stores and Fortnite cosplay.

\tThen again, his mood might be impacted by the company.

\tSimon munched on some fries while they walked. When he wasn’t popping one in his mouth, though, he was holding Justin’s hand. It felt odd. He’d never done this with a girl before. Now, ‘he’ felt like the girl. The knee socks, shorts and arm warmers felt like a better fit than just going out in more ‘normal’ clothing. So anyone looking at the two would be clear who was filling the traditional girl role here.

\tIt was wrong to say he didn’t mind. He absolutely did. That was part of why the poor rodent was pitching a tent that was near impossible to conceal right now. The best he could hope for was leaning on his Sir and trying to make sure the judgmental stares of people coming over from Michigan’s bible belt stayed on his iron-straightened headfur and painted lips. Not the shameful little bump in his shorts.

\tIronically it was Simon who’d guided them to and from each store. It started with an attempt to get Justin to try on some sneakers Simon might buy as a memento, and because they looked cute. Unfortunately Sir seemed a bit reluctant and they didn’t really have anything ‘special’ enough for the occasion. Simon would have to figure something else out later. Then it was the rock store to look at some pretty shiny things. Mostly to see what Gretchen might like, but a bit for himself too. The candy store, the ‘vintage’ clothing shop, even a trip into Spencers where Justin threatened to buy him a vibe.

\tThat last one was the worst since it forced Simon to announce that he had more than enough toys. Sir told him that he’d have to show them off some time. So now there was ‘that’ hanging over his head.

\t“Do we have time for one more stop, Sir?” Simon whimpered while tugging at the otter’s arm. For his part Justin had cleaned up nicely enough. Apparently Hui had insisted on coming up to help him. Hui. He’d have to meet her properly some time. The notion quickly drifting to the realization. She was technically his ‘Miss’, right?

\tA nose boop snapped him out of it. He looked up at the clean and sharp looking otter boy, and blushed. Shifting back on his heels a bit while glancing off to the side. “S-sorry, Sir.” he mumbled

\t“So where is it you wanted to go? I mean I’m still mostly broke so I probably can’t get anything. This is all you, boy.”

\tSimon could barely contain his squeal. He whimpered and whined. Lowered his head and started swaying side to side. “S-siiiiir” he whimpered. It took a few deep breaths before he was able to relax again, before he was able to start dragging his date towards the one store a boy looking like him should visit. Hot Topic.

\tThe double take was worth it. The few times before that Simon came in the prickly porcupine behind the counter had been as aloof as could be. A vision of pure detached boredom carved in stone. That crumbled when she saw him. Simon walking in hanging off of the otter’s arm. It was a Herculean task to keep his gloating and preening to a few contented chin wiggles and lots of anxious squirming.

\t“Gawd.” The gothy girl gasped

\t“I know, right?” Simon simpered a bit while tucking his nose into the soft fur of Justin’s wire cord arm. “H-he’s really dashing, right?”

\t“Did you have to call me that?” A blush! An actual blush spreading on Justin’s face. He quickly glanced away from the store manager and then glanced back up at her with a bit of a smile. “H-hi.”

\t“Sir, This is Luna.” Simon noted in as girly a sing-song as he could manage. “Luna, this is… well… this is my Sir. Justin.”

\t“We’re still kind of just trying things out.” Justin was quick to note. “It’s complicated.”

\tLuna nodded solemnly and stuffed her phone into a small pouch at her hip. The best she could manage between the tattered skirt and tight corset she was wearing. “Still a bit of a shock.” She snorted “I mean I don’t know Simon here all that well, but I do know he was freaking out over someone and insisting pretty hard he wasn’t gay not too long ago.”

\t“I’m not!” Simon yipped. He then quickly nestled up against his Sir and bit his lower lip again flicking his tongue against the cheap lipstick.

\tLuna rolled her eyes and sighed. “Not even gonna touch that one. Still, it’s cute to see you out like this. This a special trip just for my benefit or are you two here looking for something?”

\t“Mostly window shopping.” Justin noted quickly “Then he wanted to drag me in here.”

\tLuna nodded. A small grin passing over her face. “Well while you’re here, I mean I happen to notice the lil bitch boi’s neck is quite bare. We have quite a few chokers if you’re-”

\tJustin shook his head and lifted a paw. “No, that’s… I’m not sure how much he told you but my partners and I take that all very seriously. We’re trying to take things slow. Plus we still have to think about lunch.”

\t“Oh yeah! You did turn down everywhere in the food court.” Simon whimpered.

\t“Yeah, well, I already have my heart set on a nice big Elvish. So save room for Bilbos.” A proud murr from Justin. That murr died a bit when Simon’s expression wasn’t nearly as shocked as he was probably hoping.

\t“Oh, uh, Sorry Sir. I’m sure it’s good. I’ve just never been. B-but anywhere is going to be good with you!”

\t“Gawd, he’s a little flatterer isn’t he?” Luna snorted. “Can’t say it isn’t charming in its own fucked up way. You know the first time this boy came in here he was practically melting down over impressing someone. Would it be right to assume that someone is you?”

\t“No” Justin shook his had, then stopped and just started scratching the back of it nervously “Well ok, kinda? It’s complicated.”

\t“Yes” Simon squeaked before shrinking back and letting out a more timid chirp. His cute-if-flat booty poking out a bit from his odd posture. Better that then make an example of his bulge, though. “S-sorry, Sir. But I think yes is the most correct answer. I mean, if that’s ok.”

\tA paw dipped down and cupped his cheek, guiding it up until their eyes locked. It was something Justine had done before. Yet this was totally different. The fluttering in Simon’s heart was no longer weighed down by so many ephemeral concerns and worries. Oh, he was still scared. He knew that. It was simply that for the first time he somehow felt… free.

\t“Y-you know” He started “I haven’t been to Bilbos before, so you’ll have to recommend some things.”

\t“You’re getting the Rhadaghast.” Justin stated. That one little statement causing Simon to melt.

\t“Ok you two love birds.” Luna sighed. “If you’re done showing off and making me feel jealous, have anything you might want? I’m not just here to socialize, you know.”

\tThe chipmunk boy lowered his ears and slumped. “Y-you sound like a manager.” He spat with as much meek vitriol as he could.

\t“I am the manager.” She giggled. Now come on. I’m sure we can find you something cute to impress your new owner.”

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\t“Sorry about this.” Simon sighed. “I know this is supposed to be a date.”

\t“A casual date” Justin corrected.

\t“Our ‘first’ date!” Simon’s whine

\tA pet store. He’d just had to mention to his Sir-to-be that he was almost out of birdseed at home. It wasn’t an actual request or anything! Just something he’d noted in passing.

\tBut now here they were, walking through the aisles. Simon knew exactly where to go, yet he found himself falling in line just behind Justin. Following him along nervously while the two traipsed though the wrong aisles and the otter scanned his surroundings for the needed feed.

\t“I mean you might as well buy a big bag while we’re here.” Justin chuckled “That’s the point of having an open bed on your truck… car… thingy.”

\t“Why ‘did’ you pick that one, if I can ask” Simon whimpered

\t“Because it was cheap and Subaru parts basically fall out of the damn sky” Justin shrugged “I can probably keep it going until I can afford an actual pickup. Which feels gross to say, but if I end up doing anything other than desk work I’ll probably need it.”

\tA few small curious chitters and Simon was by his almost-Sir’s side. He gazed up though his bangs and over his glasses at the slightly taller boy. “Why gross?” the question not judgmental, just curious.

\t“Have you seen modern pickups?” Justin sighed. He then stopped, his ear twitching as he made his way towards a series of loud tweets and chirps.

\tAs one might expect, the bird seed and the too-small cages where pet birds were being kept for sale were right next to each other. Simon knew it, obviously. He simply couldn’t bring himself to tell Justin something when it was so much easier to be led.

\t“Which one of these do we need?” The otter asked as he stopped by the shelf holding the seed bags. He then turned his attention to the birds. It wasn’t a huge selection. Macaws, a parrot, parakeets. And naturally the finches. This particular store had quite a few finches.

\t“So which one is yours?” Justin mused as he looked the birds over “I mean, which one looks like her? I assume Artemis is a ‘her’, right?”

\t“She is.” Simon nodded “But she’s an owl finch. They don’t have any of those here right now. Honestly I hate to see any of them stuck here like this.”

\tA few moments of mulling and Justin nodded his head “Cages too small?” He posited

\tSimon gave a grim nod. “Admittedly I go a bit overboard with my enclosure, I think. Gonna be a pain in the ass when I have to move. But if I can’t take Artie out safely all that often I should at least give her plenty of space, right?”

\tJustin nodded his head and looked over the birds in the cages. A paw ran though his pulled-back blonde tresses and tugged at the band of his ponytail. “Is it ok for them to be all bunched up like that, then?” He asked thoughtfully.

\t“Not to that extent, no.” Simon sighed. “You ‘should’ have at least two birds in an enclosure, assuming their temperaments match.”

\t“So who’s your other one?”

\tSimon blinked and whimpered “I uh, I haven’t gotten one yet.” he confessed “I donno, it just never felt like the ‘right’ time. Maybe because I was always busy. Or because I didn’t like her being out when I was doing my ‘other’ hobby” he blushed\t

\t“Ok, so how about now?” Justin smirked

\tSimon’s eyes widened a bit “Wait wat?”

\t“Sure” the otter chuckled “We’re here, right? You said you wanted this date to be special. I think that would be a great way to do it.”

\tWhines and titers stirred in the chipmunk’s throat. He looked on at the array of birds. The poor things all bunched up waiting for sale. If he could he probably would have built some giant aviary and let all of the chill in it. Never mind how slippery that slope really was.

\tHe wanted to contest the logic, but really he couldn’t. Instead deflating with a laugh and nodding as he looked up at those beautiful blue eyes of his, god he kept wanting to say Sir.

\t“W-well, I mean, if ‘you’re’ the one insisting” he whimper “I guess that’s not to too bad of an idea. But!” he pushed himself up against Justin firmly “O-only if, only if you pick. Ok? You have to pick.”

\t“You sure?” Justin quirked a brow at that and looked down at the still grinning boy. He was greeted with a huge giggle and a hyperactive nod. The otter then sighed and scratched the back of his head nervously. “Ok but, I’mma need your help with this. I know exactly jack about birds.”

\tSimon smiled, resisting the urge to bring up cars.

\tThat reassurance seemed to be enough. He turned back to the cages and looked over the array of birds, poking and pointing, asking Simon to name each one.

\t“Ok, how about that one?” Justin’s finger jabbing at a simple little brown finch with soft, largely uniform color. The belly only somewhat lighter and more yellowish-brown than the rest

\t“Chestnut-bellied seed finch” Simon nodded

\tThat was fast” the otter snickered

\tSimon snorted and pointed to the small laminated plaques with the names and a small picture beside each

\t“Oh.” a bit of deflation for the dominant of the two, which only caused Simon to push up against him harder.

\tA few minutes of searching on his phone and a triumphant little squeak. “It does like she’s be a good match, Sir.” Simon giggled “At least in terms of general temperament. She is pretty, too. Would… would you like to name her?”

\t“You sure?” A hint of fear now in Justin’s voice. Even more washing over his face. “I mean, if things don’t work out…”

\t“I’m sure. S- I’m sure.” he nodded back.

\tJustin nodded and began to stroke his muzzle thoughtfully. He said nothing. It was clear he was putting a ton of thought into this. The way his fidgets and shifted temperament grew with each moment was honesty almost cute. Or at least as close to it as Simon would allow himself to think of someone who was his superior. Someone tantalizingly more manly.

\t“Aibell?” The word finally coming, a small, odd accent along with it. “She was a fairy queen, kinda. It’s complicated. Hui says she’s in a ton of poems. She kinda loves Fairies.”

\t“Aibell?” Simon parroted the word, not even attempting to put the likely bad Gaelic accent on to it. “Alright. Hello, Aibell”

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\t“So this is the last stop” Justin sighed. “I swear traffic on the weekends is always a bitch.”

\t“People want to do stuffs.” Simon shrugged. He paused and whimpered as he pulled himself out of the passengers seat. Popping his head over the Baja like his distant evolutionary precursor. “Though why’d we show up here? Gonna get some books from Milly? Or, uh…” Simon’s eyes traced from the book store to the sex shop. His poor tail unfortunately unable to keep from waggling.

\t“Not this time.” Justin sighed. “If Bailey sees me right now I swear to god I’ll never hear the end of it. Girl’s kinda pissed she never got to dominate me on stage before the breakdown.”

\t“Ohhhh. She ‘is’ a she!” Simon smacked his forehead, then quickly blinked and did a double take “Wait, dominate you?”

\t“I’m not a sub” Justin shrugged “But I’ve done it. A good Dom should know how. Plus we kinda agreed on switching up. So now I owe her one. Look, Simon.” He sighed and smiled while leaning on the car. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet. I don’t know about you, either. Not fully. That’s why we’re going to take things slow. It’s also why we’re going to set out some ground rules.”

\tThat caused Simon to turn away and cast his eyes down at the parking lot. “I wasn’t exactly good at following those before, though. Was I?” He sighed

\t“You slipped up once.” Justin noted “That’s all. That’s life. And it was because you had some feelings you weren’t dealing with. So the first rule is we both need to be honest. Both of us. Not just you. If you have questions or concerns you ask. Understand? I might not turn out to be as great as you think.”

\tSimon pouted a bit and tried to strike his best femmie hands-on-hips pose. It failed utterly, but still got a laugh. “You know you’re making it very hard to avoid calling you Sir when you say things like that.” He muttered “Because it’s uh, well…” The reformative pose was dropped and without even meaning to Simon slipped into one that suddenly felt far more femmy and fragile. He gripped his shoulder with the opposite arm and ground his shoe into the pavement biting hard on his lip. The realization of how naturally and unconsciously his body did this only made him blush harder. “Y-you’re making the desire to say it feel super natural.”

\t“This isn’t a ‘Hunter’ game and we’re not going to crossover with Scooby Do.” In spite of the joke Justin’s smile had grown on hearing that. Simon watch him walk around the car and felt the other boy’s paw firmly grip his cheek. It was feeling like a go-to move at this point.

\tNot that Simon was complaining.

\t“I’m going to be honest.” The otter sighed “I’m a bit nervous. Ok, more than a ‘bit’. I’m still really burned out even if I’m getting better. Benefits of a regular sleep schedule, I guess.” He laughed. He dropped his grip on the munk’s muzzle and pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping away at I for a few moments. “I made a list, and I wanted to remember it. I don’t know if this is going to work. I mean, Gretchen and I had to figure our stuff out but Hui had already claimed her about as hard as you can so that was different. Look, what I’m trying to say is this list is gonna be subject to change. I’m really just winging it.”

\tThe only thing the femmy, subby lil rodent could think to do was bare a big bucked tooth grin and lean forwards with ears perked. The last thing he wanted to do was fuck this up after all.

\t“Ok fist.” Justin snickered. “You may call me Sir.” He waited for the inevitable squee. He got it, loud enough that Simon almost felt like he was about to pop a vocal cord for a moment. That got a chuckle, which made the small lingering throat pain wroth it.

\t“Thank you, Sir!” He lisped though his big bucked teeth. The word itself coming as a trembling coiled spring of energy just ready to bounce free.

\t“Ok, ok. Calm down. Jeeze you ok? That was a hell of a lisp there.”

\tSimon winced and nodded “I, uh, yeah. It kinda gets worse when I don’t think about hiding it. Lots of rodents like that. It’s why we have to go in for speech therapy more than most” He pointed up at his teeth, and then blinked when his Sir leaned in to kiss them.

\t“Well, I think it’s cute.” the otter snickered

\t“Thank you, Sir” The word lisped again. This time even more pronounced. Cooing out with a soft girly whine.

\t“Good boy.” Justin cooed “Now. Sir does not mean Master though, not yet. We’re taking this slow. That’s the second rule, by the way. For now we’re just a Dom and his sub dating. I know you made some pretty… intense… proclamations during our walk. But cute as you are I can’t just dive right in to whatever porn brained fantasies you have. If I did that for all my sluts I’d never heal from the burnout.”

\t“I guess that makes sense.” Simon sighed. “This isn’t like sessions with Justine, is it?”

\t“You don’t sound as disappointed as I thought you might.” a few fingers pushed some of the now shaggy headfur out of Simon’s eyes. The poor munk nodded and looked up nervously, before casting his eyes back down.

\t“The rest are pretty simple too. Four is to respect each others space and lives is three, that includes you recognizing I have two pets whom I love and will need to give attention, and me recognizing you still deserve attention as well. At this point you can probably tell I asked for input from a few more experienced Doms” He smirked “Five is ‘what I say goes, but remember your safe word.”

\t“And the safe word is-”

\t“Dome fossil” Justin said clearly “Do ‘not’ forget it. Also don’t hesitate to ask if you do. I’m going to try not to overwhelm you, but if you don’t use that word I expect obedience. Even from someone just ‘under consideration‘ for now. Which” he grinned wide “Brings us to why we are here.”

\t“I-it does?” Simon glanced at the sex shop. He let out a loud squeak when his Sir took him by the hand. Instead just blushing hard as he realized people were seeing him. Watching him as he held hands with another boy. Trembling in exhilarating, shameful panic while meekly following the man he was going to serve.

\tThey didn’t go in to the sex shop, though. The slight elation at not having to face down Bailey overshadowed by the fact that they’d instead walked in to the tattoo parlor. For all his claims of surrendering his body and identity to his Sir on the spot, Simon suddenly felt a rush of fear while looking around at the unfamiliar scape of brick and leather.

\tA bat with purple headfur and fishnet arm sleeves sat behind the counter fiddling on a Switch. She looked up from the console as the pair walked in and nearly collapsed on the desk. “Uuuugh, finally. No customers all day!”

\t“And here you said you would ‘squeeze me in.” Justin snickered “Simon, this is Louise. The last of Madame Dubois’ little menagerie. I’m going to assume you two haven’t met yet?”

\t“Y-you don’t know, Sir. I mean I could have. I met Milly and Bailey, right?”

\t“Milly and Bailey don’t run a body mod shop.” The otter snickered.

\t“Yeah” Louise huffed “You don’t look like the type who’d walk in here on their own, tree rat. Then again you never know with the quiet ones. What do ya say? Wanna do a cute branding for your boyfriend there? Way more hardcore than a tat. I’ll even do it on stage for half off”

\t“No!” Justin said, far more to Simon than Louise, jamming his hand out in front of him. “You know why we’re here, Lu. Jesus, you’re gonna put ideas in my subs’ heads.”

\t“How is it the Dom in all this is the prude.” Louise wrinkled her fuzzy borderline fox-ish muzzle and huffed loudly. The disgust on her face clear as she wriggled her giant, ring and barbell filled ears.

\t“I am the Commissar of Kink!” Justin’s proclamation fell silent. Simon didn’t get it, and was a bit pleased that the bat didn’t seem to either. The otter boy deflated a bit and sighed. “Heretics” He muttered, mostly to himself, before grabbing Simon and leading him along to a big heavy refinished old barber’s chair. One with chromed filigree and plush red leather.

\t“You sure you just want a piercing, blondie? I could at least give him a tat to mark him as yours.” Lu began to size Simon up like so much meat. Her big ears perking straight up to the ceiling. One could almost see the possible images dancing around in her head as she gazed over his body.

\tJustine shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Unless you’re offering it free, design included, I think we’re gonna hold off on it.” He barked. “Only reason I’m even here is you said you’d give me the Employee discount.”

\t“It’s only fair, right?” Louise shrugged “I get to use my lil thing on my keychain still at the Joanns, You get to take a few bucks off the cheap stuff. Like I said I’m bored anyways. Just a single piercing this time, right?”

\t“Piercing?” Simon squeaked

\t“Need to safe word out?” Justin’s voice calm and even. Looking right into the boys eyes.

\tSimon shook his head hard. “No, Sir! N-not at all. Though, uh… If I can, I mean if it’s ok to ask…” Simon swallowed hard “Could I, could I hold your hand for it?”

\tJustin sighed and smiled. He reached down to grip the poor things paw and nodded “That’s my good little Chipette… ok no, that one probably isn’t going to be my new slaves main little pet name now is it.” He shook his head at the length of the word and looked up to the ceiling “Slave? Too generic. Fag? Yeah, can’t use that one in public now can I? Dolly? Also a secondary one… goddamn this is hard.” he finally sighed and then smiled a bit. The light of inspiration shining from his face “That’s my good Boy” he said simply. The derogatory, infantilizing, ‘lesser’-ness to it somehow twisting the simple word into something both affectionate and demeaning.

\tSimon chattered a little trill and whined as he gripped his Sir’s hand harder. God, but that one word suddenly felt so right.

\t“You two lovebirds done?” Lu sighed “So what’ll it be? Prince Albert? Hafada? Good ol fashioned nipples?” The black furred bat grinned wider and almost loomed over Simon now, one of her paws slowly disappearing behind a pitch black nitrile glove.

\t“Right ear.” Justin said, firmly

\t“Really?” Lu sighed. “That’s it? Shit you could do at home with a needle?”

\t“And have you get pissed and yell at me?” Justin snapped “You come down rant at me for hours about people doing that shit every time I’m doing barback work for the Madame.”

\t“I get pissed when I see babies with earrings too, numbnuts. Forgive me for having some artistic standards!” She sighed and turned away for a moment. When she returned she had a small wooden case with about a dozen different rings shown off in it. “Ok, mister Dom boy. What’ll it be? Ring or  barbell.”

\tSimon looked in shock at the array and then up at Justin “Um, Sir? I.. Scary as it is, if she wants to do something more…”

\t“Then she can do it later” Justin sighed “Like I said before, Baby steps.”

\t“Ok. But uh… is there a reason for the right ear, specifically?” Simon whined

\tJustin grinned a bit wider and brushed the hair from his boy’s face so he could look into his eyes. Pushing the poor thing’s glasses up his muzzle a bit. “Well obviously. Right is the gay one.”

\t“That’s not a real thing.” Lu muttered

\tNaturally, Justin ignored her. Instead gesturing to the case. “Go on, boy. Pick. I think I can let you do that much at least.”

\tSimon whimpered and wriggled a bit as he looked back at the case. His eyes going over the scant options until he came to one. A big, thick, silvery metal one. The actual needle looking smaller, but the ring itself clearly standing out. “Um, excuse me, Ma’am?” He whimpered “Is there any chance you have this one in blue?”
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