Tio + Collar = ???

==Main Story==

 

You can do this Tio! Just ring the doorbell! This is what you’ve wanted for so long, so why are you so nervous?

 

Tio’s free hand hovered over the buzzer to her boyfriend’s apartment for what felt like an eternity. As she remained frozen in inaction, she was acutely aware of passersby giving her odd looks. Standing at over seven feet tall, Tio towered over most everyone outside a select few. Add in the horn jutting from her forehead that signified that she was an Ogre, and she stuck out like a sore thumb. Not that anyone ever bothered her, but she still felt alienated most of the time. That’s why she was here in the first place, to be with someone who didn’t care she was a monster, to be with someone who accepted her for who she was. So why was it so hard for her to ring a simple doorbell?

 

Luckily for her, it would be her boyfriend who finally broke her reverie. Opening the door with a flourish, he positively radiated joy as he ushered Tio inside. “Ah, sweetheart! You look ravishing as always!”

 

Blushing, Tio quickly strode into the living room proper with the wooden chest she’d brought from home. Taking up a seat on the loveseat opposite the couch, she clutched the container ever closer while she waited for her boyfriend to join her. Much to her dismay, he made a show of locking the door and offering the standard niceties of a good host before doing so.

 

“So, my dear, what’s in the chest?” came his eventual musing, after making it a point to stare knowingly into her eyes for a full minute.

 

Face positively crimson in embarrassment, Tio placed the chest in between them on the table before opening it. Inside was a myriad of sex toys and BDSM equipment, ranging from the vanilla to the extreme. Most of it had been a by-product of her latest bonus from dealing with a rapist dolphin, drunkenly purchased during one particularly lonely and horny weekend when her boyfriend was out of town. Not to say that their sex life left either of them desiring, but it took special equipment to be able to properly restrain a creature of her immense strength. And that’s what this weekend was all about: Tio being allowed to finally let herself go. That didn’t make the initial reveal any less embarrassing, though.

 

Chuckling, her boyfriend rooted through the chest, “Well… I can’t say that I’m not absolutely flattered you trust me with all this. You do realize we can still just spend this weekend cuddling like normal, right?”

 

“N-No! I...I want…” Tio shifted nervously, wringing the edge of her skirt as her voice dropped to a whisper. “I w-want to be your pet...M-master…”

 

Another soft, warm laugh met her reply, “I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch that…you’ll have to speak up…”

 

Tio bit her lower lip, trembling and closing her eyes as she tried to squeak out a reply. Much to her relief, she soon found her efforts interrupted by a hand gently rubbing the top of her head. It started as a simple reassuring gesture, though it soon turned sensual as the hand wandered towards the base of her horn. The horn itself was largely bone and devoid of any sensation, yet the base contained a cluster of nerve endings. When rubbed the right way, it was almost like when she had her nipples played with. As such, the ogress soon found her breaths becoming hot and heavy,  her body beginning to warm and beg to be touched.

 

“Now then, you were saying?”

 

Opening her eyes, Tio looked up into the caring, yet firm, gaze of her beloved. “I-I want you to r-ravage me p-please. T-treat me like a w-worthless p-pet who has to be t-trained...”

 

Her whimpering pleads were cut short as her lover leaned in and took up her mouth with his own. Tio's tongue was thus lead on a frantic waltz, the ending of which was marked by a sharp bite of her upper lip.

 

Drawing his head back slightly, Tio's boyfriend kept his fiery gaze firmly affixed on her own. “I thought as much. Well, for someone so eager, you still seem to be forgetting something...”

 

A hand wandered down past her navel, and soon her black sweater was practically ripped from her flesh and tossed aside. Tio's semi-chocolatey skin was laid bare, only marked by a lacy, frilly, black bra. The fabric strained to contain her heaving chest, a red flush already creeping across it.

 

As fingers trailed roughly up her sides, Tio was given one last look. She knew then that this was her last chance to back out, to enjoy a “normal” weekend of pleasure and debauchery. But where was the fun in that? She had thought of nothing else but this moment all week, and it was clear her boyfriend had taken the matter to heart when she had mentioned the desire to be dommed.

 

Taking up her boyfriend's hand, Tio moved it to grip her skirt's waistband before whispering, “Same safeword as before?”

 

A nod. “Of course, my dear. Though why we picked 'snake cloaca,' I haven't the faintest clue.”

 

Soon thereafter, the full extent of Tio's lingerie was exposed. A matching pair of garterbelts and stockings adorned her lower half, but no cloth covered her sex. Instead, it was simply framed by the contrasting fabric. “No panties?” came a slightly astonished remark from her lover. “And I thought you were depraved before...”

 

“I-It's only b-because...!” she began, only to be cut off once more.

 

“Shhh, I know.”

 

At first, their debauchery remained relatively tame and vanilla, yet rough. Pressed against the couch as she was, Tio had to hold back her strength while offering slight resistance to her boyfriend's gropes and other lewd machinations. Finally, he drew her close, pressing her chest against his own. As such, her mammaries pooled between them while he reached around to undo her bra strap.

 

“I am sure you are aware that there are several species of Monster-Human hybrids that produce venom of all sorts.” He whispered, finally unhooking the garment and pulling it away. “...In particular, the venom of the Oomukade, or the Centipede, utterly saps the strength of the victim...”

 

A small prick at the base of Tio's spine followed the odd remark, and it did not take long for her body to begin feeling sluggish. But then another sensation entirely emerged: one of immense pleasure that irradiated from the injection site.

 

“W-What did you...” she slurred, half-biting her lower lip as the pleasure began to spread throughout her entire body via her spine.  

 

“Oh, I thought I'd just give you what you wanted, my precious pet. Now you can truly let go...and I can finally do with you as I will...”

 

“S'Not fair...Meanie...” Tio objected, though only halfheartedly. It was a rather brilliant solution to dealing with her abnormal strength, though a little warning would have been nice.

 

“That's Master to you. Which reminds me...” A small jingle met the ogress' ears as a black, leather dog collar, complete with a little bell, was produced and shown to her. “I think you'd look much better in this, don't you agree?”

 

 Tio's eyes positively twinkled as she gingerly took it up with a weakened grip. “It's...It's lovely. Can you help me...?” She trailed off, trying and failing to make her arms maneuver so as to fasten the collar around her neck. The venom was indeed making it difficult to perform even the simplest of tasks, which made the ogress all the more eager for what was to come.

 

Silently, her lover obliged, and soon Tio's skin was made completely bare with naught but the collar obscuring her neck. Her hands were raised above her head, and she was made to lay on the couch as her boyfriend held her down. He then began a trail of passion up and down her body, a mixture of bites, nips, and kisses that seemed amplified by the chemical in her veins. Adding to her stimulation was her lover's smooth, precum-dripping head being teased across her wettening folds. Somehow, Tio had missed him getting undressed, making her wonder just how much this venom was affecting her mind. Yet, as her opening was finally pierced in conjunction with a rather sharp bite across her left areola, the ogress found herself wishing she had been given two shots.

 

The pair remained in this fashion for a time, in which Tio was made to orgasm at least twice. Each time, her arched back seemed to amplify the electricity rocking throughout her entire body. Usually, it took her quite some time to actually cum, and she was not the only one amazed at how quickly and violently they seemed to emerge.

 

“You really are turned on by all this, aren't you?” Her boyfriend mused, pulling her off the couch and pushing her down onto all fours. “Well, if that's the case, I'd better treat my pet like the depraved animal she is...”

 

Tio soon lost track of time. Not only were both her vulnerable holes fully and utterly used, her lover made it a point to supplement each of his own orgasms with a particularly harsh grope of her breasts or pull of her hair. The later of which was followed by her head being dropped unceremoniously onto the floor as she herself was wracked by another orgasm. The ogress found herself being wrenched upright by her collar, and made to stand in the middle of the living room as various juices seeped from her burning womanhood. After rummaging around in the chest, her boyfriend quickly applied a pair of manacles to her wrists, then attached them to a previously unnoticed hook in the ceiling. Similar restraints were bound to her ankles, leaving Tio vertically spread-eagled.

 

A hand took up Tio's chin, forcing her gaze downwards into the eyes of her lover. The once-contained passion and lust was now at the forefront, easily noticeable in both his countenance and growls. “Now begins the task of 'cleansing' your body,” he began. “Either you will yield all of the precious seed I just gave you, or the mixture of pleasure and pain will drive you senseless. Whichever comes first.”

 

Tio squirmed in her restraints as her anticipation grew. By now, a trickle had begun down her left leg, mixing with the sweat that had beaded across her skin. “So,” her lover finally commanded, picking up a whip from the chest before maneuvering behind her, “Start Counting.”

 

==Epilogue==

 

All in all, Tio passed out after sixteen cracks of the whip. She found herself lost in a haze of blissful agony for a time, completely unaware of her surroundings. When she did finally come to, the ogress realized that she was laid upon her boyfriend's bed. He was nestled between her arms, which were draped over him as the pair spooned and curled against one another. A clock off to the side of the night-table nearby revealed that they had slept through the night, though Tio could only guess as to how long she had actually been ravaged.

 

Yawning, she pulled her lover even closer, sniffing his hair. It was a soft, sweet scent, which Tio soon realized matched her own. Evidently, her boyfriend had actually cleaned the pair of them up before laying them down. Feeling ever more amorous at his thoughtfulness and thoroughness, the ogress pulled her lover onto his back, while shifting to straddle his chest.

 

The movement was enough to wake him. “Good Morning to you to, my dear. But what are you doing? I didn't say you could...”

 

It was Tio's turn to cut him off, leaning in to bite a trail across his collarbone. As his hands came up reflexively, she caught them and forced them down onto the bed above him.

 

“F-Fine,” he finally stammered as she pulled back, “But you're going to be punished later for being a bad girl.”

 

“That's okay,” she purred, adding further weight to her hold. “I want to be disciplined today, Master. And besides, you're assuming I'm going to ever let you get up...”

 

==Epilogue Pt 2==

 

“Tio! Tio! Wake up will you!”

 

Tio jumped as a rather sharp prod roused her from her slumped position on the desk. She had stumbled into work that Monday positively drained from the experiences of the weekend. Even two rather large cups of coffee had done little to waylay the weariness. As there hadn't been much to besides paperwork, it was no wonder that sleep had overtaken her.

 

“Mrrr...” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes, “Sorry Ms. Smith... I just had a long weekend, that's all...”

 

“Oh I know my dear, I know. But now you have to pay the price...”

 

The jovial tone made Tio frown. “W-What do you mean?”

 

“You're going to have to tell us how it was. You ARE the only one besides Doppel who has an actual significant other, after all.”

 

“H-How it was?! I-I don't...” A mixture of horror and shock began to creep across Tio's face. How could Smith know about that?

 

“You know *exactly* what I mean. Who do you think gave him the venom in the first place, hm?” Smith said, barely containing her mirth.

 

“But that means...then you all...” As realization dawned on Tio, she made to bury her face in her hands as her comrades began giggling. To make matters worse, Zombina took up Doppel, who shifted into Tio's form post-haste, and began mockingly ramming into her from behind. As such, Tio was forced to endure a few moments of a supremely embarrassing out-of-body sort of experience while the giggling turned to outright laughter.

 

Eventually, the girls stopped having fun at Tio's expense, and returned to their paperwork rather lazily. Still positively crimson, Tio kept her gaze firmly affixed to the desk in front of her. It had all been done in good faith, like close friends are always want to do, but she still couldn't help but feel supremely awkward at having her innermost secrets on display. Though, about midway through the day, Tio had a comforting thought: at least now she wouldn't have to come up with an excuse as to why she would start wearing a collar to work next week.

 

==Bonus EMG Joke / Non-canon Epilogue==

 

Cerea woke with a start as a fly landed on her hand. She had nodded off in writing her latest erotic fiction, and had half-drooled over most of it. As she scrambled to clean up her mess, the centaur took a moment to reflect. Maybe one day she could share her most perverted thoughts and feelings, but she did not even trust Darling with them yet. No, she had to keep hoping no one ever found out about her “dark” side. Especially not a certain dog.