Star waved her wand at the retreating monsters like a rolled up newspaper. As the last of them limped into the portal, she turned around and grinned. "Well, all's well that ends well. Right Marco?" There was no answer. "Marco?"
Still nothing. Star picked up a rock, just in case he'd shrunk himself to the size of an ant. She was pretty sure he could do that. "Marco?" she called out under it.
He wasn't there. "Huh," she looked around the scene of devastation resulting from the last battle. "Where did he get off to?"
Marco let out a moan. He didn't think any of those monsters even used electricity, but the sudden shock to his body, combined with the wafting smell of burning hoodie proved something had zapped him. He opened one eye, two eyes stared back.
Marco rubbed his eyes some more, and then looked up at the actual pair of eyes above them. "Ugh... hello Brittney."
"What the hell do you mean, "Hello Brittney?" You come barging into my yard in the middle of the night, wreck my mom's rose bushes, and set fire to the fountain!" Brittney glared at him, waving a stun gun in her hand as if to remind to talk quickly. And any form of talking should be in the form of a grovelling apology.
Marco quickly tried to put things together. Obviously the stun gun was why he felt like he'd been hit by lightning. The rose bushes would explain all the cuts on his arms which had started to throb.
He couldn't place the burning fountain though. On the bright side, it was probably nothing to do with him, but he didn't think Brittney would take "not my fault" as an answer.
"Uhhhh," he paused for time, eyes flicking back down to Brittney's shirt. Obviously she'd not had time to pick out anything better fitting because the shirt was hanging down as she leaned over, giving him a rather generous look at her rather generous cleavage.
Finally his brain caught up with his tongue. "Brittney, I uh, I know this looks bad. But it wasn't my fault!" He cursed, inwardly. His brain obviously hadn't quite caught up, as her glare intensified.
"It's not your fault, Diaz? You broke in here, like some pervert, and you claim it's not your fault?!" She stood up, a part of Marco regretted this, despite the rest of him just screaming at Marco to flee. She grabbed him by the hood, picking him up and flinging him across the ground like a sack of potatoes.
Cheerleading was obviously working for her, as she barely grunted from the exertion, and grabbed a phone from one of her voluminous pockets. "Maybe I should phone the cops, and they could see whose fault it is?"
Running sounded good.
Marco tried to pick himself up, but settled for a crawl, trying to reach the wide break in Brittney's fence. He barely made it a foot before he felt something clamp around his neck. For a moment it felt nice and soothing on his scrapes, until Brittney increased the pressure, and Marco realised she'd grabbed him with her legs.
"Gkk-" he coughed out in surprise, "Brittney, look... I'll fix it, I can pay!" He reached up with an arm, trying to pry her leg from him, only to find a lack of purchase on her smooth, firm skin.
"Oh, you're gonna pay all right..." Marco fell to the ground, trying to twist himself around for a better grip. "You and that Star girl think you can just wreck everything and not face any consequences! You're gonna learn that no one crosses Brittney Wong!"
Marco tried desperately to sink his nails into Brittney's leg, try and break the chokehold that was already causing him to go lightheaded. He started hyperventilating, breathing in and out, desperate for air as he felt muscles rippling in her legs. It was like all the blood was flowing out of his head, and Brittney was just standing there... grinning at him.
"Brittney, please!" He croaked out, panting raggedly, "I'll do whatever you want!"
And then, relief, she released him. Pulling herself back as he grabbed at his neck, desperately trying to protect it.
"I bet you will," he heard, her voice dripping with hatred. "I always knew you were a perv, Diaz." he looked at her, tilting his head in silent query, and she just pointed down.
Following her gesture, he found himself looking at his crotch, where despite everything, he could see the outline of his boner. "It's not what it looks like!" He scrabbled backwards, hoping to reach the fence that still seemed a good ten feet away. "I could just see your breasts earlier?" Well he could, and it was better than the alternative that he really hoped wasn't the case.
"Hah!" She still moved to cover them up a bit better. "You're not just a pervert then, if you'll get a stiffy while like that, you're a dog, Diaz."
"I'm a what?" He looked around him. He still felt in no condition to close the gap.
"A dog. You said you'd do whatever I want, and I want you to admit to me that you're a hormone driven animal." Her lips curved up in what she may have intended as a smile, but to Marco just seemed like a sneer.
He gulped, and winced as it still ached. Well, if it got him out of the situation... "I'm a dog. There, are you happy?"
"Almost." Brittney walked over to the rosebush Marco had crashed into. A hose lay next to it, still trickling water from a stopper. "Around my house, when we get a new dog, we've got to get them clean."
"Wait, wha-" Marco fell backwards as she turned the hose up to full blast, a torrent of water crashing into him with all the strength of a warnicorn blast. Spluttering and coughing, Marco tried to shield himself from the ice cold water, hunching over until finally the torrent subsided.
"What the hell, Brittney!" Marco yelped. "Why did you do that?"
Laughing, Brittney dropped the hose to come stand over him. "You certainly enjoyed it, Diaz. You really are a dog." She knelt down, sticking her hand between his legs to take a tight grasp on his cock - still hard despite everything. "And what's more you're my dog now. You do everything I ask, understand?" She clenched, just enough to make him whimper.
"U-understood."
"Good," then she leaned forward to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Maybe if you do well enough, I'll give you a collar. Now get out of here before I call the cops... or maybe animal control."
With that, she went back into her house, leaving Marco still in her back yard. Sodden, smarting, and strangely excited from the kiss. "Please let it be the kiss," he muttered to himself as he picked himself up.
"Aw, geez!" he looked at the night sky. "I gotta get home!" he started limping towards the fence. Trying to put any thoughts of collars out of his head. No matter how much the idea made him tingle.