Guilt Tripping
"You have wronged Vinnie mightily." The words swimmed in her mind once more, with the view of her friend yelling at her. He never got that riled up. And now he had to choose her punishment.
Luckily, or not so luckily depending who you're asking, he couldn't think of it. He was just sitting there, crying and broken, avoiding the cause of his pain.
"Well, h-has Vinnie made any decision about my punishment?" She asked for the third time that day, ignoring the handcuffs and sparkling dust currently keeping the blue mongoose busy.
"Not yet. He's been sitting over there since you broke his lucky rock yesterday." He said simply, pointing to the obvious mess of lizard next to the kibble.
"How long is this punishment selection supposed to take, Sunil?" She squealed, clawing desperately at the magician's cape. Those yellow eyes brightened mistily, and she sighed, knowing he was about to just rub in the fact it was at his leisure instead of hers.
Suddenly, the lizard looked over with a very hard glare. "Can you stop staring Pepper? You're distracting me."
She shivered, half in fear and... well lets stick to fear, she thought to herself. The lizard's gaze hadnt disconnected from hers when she opened her eyes again. "Well? You're making it worse if you keep doing that." He yelled, growing red.
"Sorry Vinnie..." She quickly quipped, hiding behind her tail. She just silently sobbed into it, thinking about how much she had ruined her friendship. This isn't what I wanted, quite the opposite she chided in her head.
Suddenly she heard soft plops heading to her, most likely the fuming friend, about to yell about something else she was doing wrong.
"I've decided." A voice said breaking the silence, "It starts tomorrow."
The skunk wiped her eyes and looked up at him, in the famillar sprawl on her back looking at him. "W-what starts tomorrow?" She almost pleaded, her eyes wide at what she might end up in.
"Your punishment. It lasts all day. And you make up not asking to do something by doing only what I say. Got it?" He flamed, his eyes colder than she had ever seen them.
"Ok Vinni-" She started, getting a slow shake of his head in response.
"You won't adress me so formally. You will call me Master. You will be my pet." He began, "I will give you food to eat and pet you if you're good. You know, like our daddies and mommies do."
"Yes V-Master."