Rebecca's paws dug into her baggy pants. Green army style pants she got at the salvation army, and like with her red hoodie, helped hide her toned body. She knew that, at least somewhere in her mind, she shouldn't be ashamed of her looks. But she'd had too many dates where she intimidated the other, or where they hoped she'd be more forward as if being brazen matched her athletic form. Her hands shook as she adjusted her glasses, this whole date had gotten her so worked up and she hadn't even arrived at the theater!
Her Uber driver, an untalkative bloodhound, just kept his eyes on the road as the pitbull fidgeted in the passenger seat. She told herself that it wasn't a real date, just two friends, more acquaintances really, hanging out to see a movie. But it could grow into something bigger. It might take a month, maybe three, but by the end, she could be kissing the vole's black leather boots like the bad dog she was.
She squealed at the thought, earning a confused but brief look from the driver as they drove into the lot. Rebecca paid her fare, giving a bigger tip than normal for the silence. She usually avoided tipping since she avoided taking Uber altogether for being out of her price range. But dad took the car and she didn't actually tell him her plans, on account of him being against her wasting training time.
Her punk rock goddess stood at the front of the theater, eyes focused in on her phone while she brushed away her green sidecut. The light leather jacket and leather boots adorned with buckles made the terrier's lips quiver as she approached. Had Amelia been waiting long? Rebecca's uber driver didn't hit any traffic, but she didn't know if the vole arrived early. She hadn't received any waiting texts from her on the way.
``H-hey,'' she muttered, trying to keep a casual demeanor as she approached the shorter fur. Amethyst smiled as her indigo eyes turned towards Rebecca, nearly melting the terrier's heart in that brief flash.
``A little. My car's in the shop so I had to get dropped off.'' she pulled a pair of tickets from her purple purse, ``Didn't want to miss the tickets, so I picked them up for us.''
A stab of guilt pierced her heart. Amelia paid for her ticket because she'd been late. Rebecca somehow kept her hand from shaking as she pulled the ticket from the vole's grip. Like taking a blessing from a goddess.
The terrier took a subtle breath through her nose. She really needed to calm down.
``T-thanks, Amelia. You didn't need to do that.''
Amelia shrugged, ``It's no biggie. I'm sure people will reprimand me later, but it's my money so I'll decide where it goes. And you don't need to call me that,'' she brought her hand forward, ``It's Amethyst, but you can call me Amy.''
Rebecca found the title, `Mistress Amethyst' had a nice ring to it as they headed inside. It carried an alluring mystery that enveloped her senses the more she looked over the vole. From that studded and fashionable collar to the tight jeans that helped her ass stand out while her tail moved back and forth with her hips. The nub of Rebecca's tail wagged as she imagined being under it whilst mocked by the punk rock goddess.
``Do you wanna get anything to eat?'' Amethyst asked, pointing over to the concession stands.
Your ass.
She shook her head to whip the idea away, ``No, I already ate. Plus they overcharge you anyway.''
The vole nodded but didn't take her eyes off the buckets of popcorn lined up, ``Hmm...tell you what. I'll get some popcorn and if you want some I'll be happy to share.''
Amethyst was too much. First, she bought her ticket, now she's thinking about getting them popcorn? Rebecca's ears fell when the vole looked away, feeling terrible over being a terrible date since the vole was paying for everything.
``I-I can pay if you'd-''
``I got it,'' she said, ``Why don't you get us some good seats?''
Ears perked at the request, no, the order. She nodded, ``At once, Mistress,'' she said, before covering her mouth immediately in the hopes it could suck it back in. Amethyst didn't seem to notice, or maybe the crowding lines around them were too loud. Either way, the vole headed to the line without any indication that Rebecca called her by what she believed was her rightful title.
Blushing but with a smile curling to her lips, the terrier found herself skipping like a child as she turned her ticket in and headed to her theater. Sure, it wasn't a real order, but she was more than ready to prove herself a good follower.
She arrived at a packed theater, every row stuffed with furs eagerly awaiting the Carnivore reboot. Rebecca had some luck finding two seats with each other, though the back row wasn't her idea of a good time. More in that Amethyst might not get a good view of the movie. Scooching past a few people, she let her mind wander at what it'd be like if the theater was empty. Perhaps Mistress Amethyst could have her crawl around the place on all fours, only to have her kneel on the ground for the rest of the film. Maybe even use her as a footrest in case she wanted better leverage.
Sadly, Rebecca didn't have the right to call the vole her mistress. As the terrier waved her date down she hoped that would change. But tonight, she just needed to set off that hopeful little spark to get things going.
``Wow, they're really packed tonight. Must be a great film,''
``Yeah,'' Rebecca nodded as she pulled down Amethyst's cushion, ``I read a bunch of reviews. A lot of people love it. Sorry for the seats, these were the only pair I could find.''
``It's ok. I'm not really a moviegoer so any seats are fine with me. Probably better than the last time I saw a movie anyway.''
``Oh, what was that?''
Amethyst blushed as she sat down, like she said something she didn't mean to, ``Ah...well,'' her eyes shifted, ``It was Fluffles 3: The fluffering, or something.''
Rebecca blinked, then again as she processed the punk vole's last film, ``You saw, Fluffles 3?''
She shrugged, ``Kinda. It was a bit of an...'' she giggled, ``experience. Popcorn?'' she leaned the big cardboard bucket over to her.
``No thanks. I'm good,'' she lied. Popcorn would have been lovely, and she'd have gladly eaten it off the floor if Amethyst ordered it. If they were Mistress and slave and she wasn't a fighter who had to keep her food choices limited. Sadly, they weren't and she was, so she had to decline.
As the screen darkened and the audience hushed, Rebecca thought about how to push this date. She could wrap her arm on the seat behind Amethyst, letting it fall to the back of her neck. Was that too obvious? Did she not want to be obvious? Her palms were sweating as she held them tight in her front hoodie pocket, letting the film pass by as the pitbull thought over and over how to approach her crush. She could do what she originally planned, hold her tight at the first jump scare.
But the movie wasn't scary. To Rebecca's shock, she was more terrified of what to do with the girl next to her than the CGI filled mess in front of her. Even the blood on the killer's chainsaw was computerized. Rebecca had seen plenty of old horror films in her mom's leftover collection, many of which focused on practical effects. CGI blood and dismemberment? It was almost frustrating enough to make her forget who was sitting next to her.
The crowd screamed as the stereotypical bimbo got bisected with the chainsaw. Amethyst dropped her popcorn, hugging against the pitbull's arm in the midst of Rebecca rolling her eyes. Panic froze her heartbeat as the vole's leather jacket brushed up against her.
``S-sorry,'' she muttered, letting go, ``I don't see many scary movies.''
``O-oh? I-it's ok,'' Rebecca pushed out a laugh, ``It's not that scary.''
Amy smiled, though the fear still clung to her lips as they quivered. Rebecca wondered how they'd taste, probably still had that buttery flavor from the popcorn now littering the floor. Another scream shook the screen, the audience followed and Amethyst clung to Rebecca's arm once again. This time tight enough for Rebecca to start hearing her own heartbeat.
``I...I think I might need to hold tight. I-if that's ok with you.''
``It's fine!'' she said all too quickly, thankful that darkness of the theater hid her blush, ``Totally fine.''
All wrong. That's how this date felt to her. She should have been the one clinging to her hopeful mistress. Taking a deep breath, she let herself calm down as the movie ramped up. Leaning against the vole's sidecut, she took a silent whiff of her green-dyed hair, surprising her at how normal it smelled and looked at the bright side. A beautiful girl was around her arm, and she didn't need to pay a single cent to watch a terrible movie. She did end up feeling like a guard dog, something she didn't want to be.
But it was something. Something better than training at the gym.
They headed off as the movie drew to a close, the only thing Rebecca regretting was that Amethyst had to let go of her arm. The terrier fiddled through her pants pocket as they headed to the exit, smiling as she pulled out a ticket.
``Did you have fun?''
The vole's question caught her off guard, leaving her to slip the ticket back into her pocket, ``Y-yeah. Movie kind of sucked though. Not even in an ironic way.''
``I wouldn't know. Like I said, horror movies aren't my thing.''
``Well, we didn't have to see a horror movie,'' Rebecca said, though it had been integral to her plan. The plan that fell apart, ``What kinds are you into?''
Amethyst paused, tilting her head up to the ceiling as she leaned into the wall, ``Hmm...I don't know.''
Rebecca's right ear tilted, ``You don't know?'' she asked. How could someone not know what kind of movie they liked?
She nodded back, ``Yeah. In highschool I used to study so much that I didn't give myself much time to hobbies or fun, mostly just had my brain turn off and watched whatever was on just to not think. College isn't any easier, but I do have more free time on my hands so I've been trying to find hobbies. Been thinking about getting a gaming console to try that out.''
``Do you have a PC or laptop? If you do, you can probably find some free games to try out. Would be cheaper than a console.'' Rebecca said, speaking from what she'd heard online. She'd never been much of a gamer herself, letting her free time outside of training be used for movies. But if her goddess was searching for a hobby, she'd love to help.
``I'll have to check it out,'' Amethyst said, pushing out the exit door, ``We should do this again sometime.''
``A-actually,'' Rebecca found her mouth drying up as she pulled out a ticket, ``I know of something we could try if you're free this weekend.'' she passed it along to Amethyst who took it with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
``This doesn't look like a movie ticket.''
``Well, it isn't. It's for an MMA match.''
``MMA?''
``Mixed-Martial-Arts,'' she explained, ``I tend to be somewhat involved in the world, and if you're exploring hobbies then maybe this could be up your alley?'' she half-lied with her suggestion. It's true, she is involved, but as a fighter and she didn't want to admit that to Amethyst right away for fear of scaring her off. Most people turn their tail and run when they learn you know how to take them down. Not that she'd ever do so, being a pacifist deep down.
A pacifist MMA fighter. She rolled her eyes at being a living oxymoron.
Amethyst bent the ticket in her hand, not enough to cause any creases, ``Sounds...interesting,'' she said slowly, ``I'll think about it.''
That was good enough for her.
``Hey, do you need a ride?'' the vole asked, pulling out her phone and tapping away at the keys, ``Mine's already here and she brought her car, so there's room.''
``Her car? What do you-'' a honk from the parking lot cut her off. A black sedan rolled up to them on the side of the lot, with the passenger side window rolling down. Rebecca didn't believe it at first, blinking in the hopes that her eyes were being tricked by some sort of illusion created from being in the theater too long.
``Hey, Honey. Need a lift?'' an oh so familiar pig asked from the driver's seat. Honey? Not only did her goddess know this biker who apparently didn't even ride a bike, but this leather trussed up old hog called her honey? Rebecca shook her head, there had to be a logical explanation for this. Maybe Amethyst was adopted? The bitch driving looked old enough.
``Yes, Mama. Can you give my friend a ride home?'' Amethyst asked, pointing over to the terrier now standing in terrified attention. She called her Mama, she had to be adopted. No other reason why she'd call an older woman that.
The pig squinted in Rebecca's direction, sending chills down the dog's spine as she headed over to her. Helga smiled, ``Sure, just hope in the back.''
Amethyst took the front passenger seat, leaving Rebecca alone in the back. The dog pondered why the swine wasn't giving her a stink eye. She could tell that Helga was watching her, looking back at her from the rearview mirror with focus but nothing ill. Like she couldn't place the pitbull. Rebecca may dress differently when she wasn't Becca, preferring baggier clothes, let her hair hang loose and keeping her glasses on to make her seem like less of the health nut her dad made her. But she couldn't be that different, could she?
``So,'' Helga adjusted the rearview mirror, ``Where do you live, kiddo?''
``At T-Timberwood Crossing, I can find my way from the entrance.''
``Timberwood huh? A bit in the other direction, but not too much,'' she said aloud. Rebecca sat silently in the back as Amethyst explained the movie to the pig, who seemed rather disinterested in the whole affair. The pitbull just kept thinking back to that day in the ring, her forearms still hurting from the block she held against that bitch's strike. No, if she's her goddess's mother then she can't call her a bitch. She needed to respect her more, especially if she had any hope of getting into Amethyst's good graces.
Helga waved her off as she headed out of the car, ``Stay safe now,'' the pig said. Rebecca waved back, though more focused on Amethyst than the brutish swine woman in the driver's seat. Something about her just put the dog on edge.
She sighed, it didn't matter. Her date was done, and a potential second one had lined itself up. No longer holding back her smile, she pranced her way back to her dad's apartment, humming an incoherent tune to herself as she made her way up the steps.
Her father's greeting kicked her out of it, ``The fuck have you been?!'' he shouted as she opened the door, ``You were supposed to be at the gym, training. I called you for dinner but you had your phone off,'' he pulled out his phone as he got up to her face, slamming the door behind her as he pressed his phone messages against her gaze, ``I called you nine times, Becca. The fuck were you?''
``I was...out,'' she answered, stepping past him only for an arm to block her path.
``Out? Doing what? Sightseeing? Becca, we've been here long enough for you to know the town. We can't afford to waste training time. Do I need to supervise you again?''
``Dad, dad, relax. I just went out on a date is all.''
``A date?'' he looked at her, dumbfounded. Then his face softened into a smile, ``A date? Oh baby girl, why didn't you tell me you got a date?'' he asked, leaning away from the door and heading back into the apartment.
``Well...cause of training.''
``Well yeah, that fight's important for our rent,'' he said, picking up a slice of pepperoni, ``You get one slice by the way. You didn't burn enough calories for two.''
``Yes sir.'' she sighed, taking the single slice of pizza off the counter.
``So, what's his name?''
``Amethyst. And it's a her.''
He shrugged, ``Cool, cool. You didn't deal with any assholes during it, right? No pricks who can't stand two girls hanging out?''
Rebecca smiled as she shook her head, thankful for her dad's somewhat progressive view on things, ``No dad. Not that I'd be worried.''
``Damn right you shouldn't. You can teach pricks like those a good one-two!'' he threw a few mock punches into the air, so fast that Rebecca missed one with a blink, ``Make those pricks cry about being beaten by a woman.''
She wouldn't do that. Outside the ring, Rebecca wouldn't raise her hands in violence. The pitbull only did it inside the ring because they needed the money. Something the goddamn gym was supposed to fix.
After finishing her pizza she headed to her room. Terry called out saying she'll need to be up bright and early to make up for the training she lost, but she figured her date was worth it. A buzz from her phone sent her heart leaping. Suppressing a squeal, she reached for it to check her messages, failing to contain the full excitement when she saw a text from Amethyst.
`Do you have another ticket? Helga seems interested in watching.'
That giddy feeling sank. Helga wanted to come? But...it was supposed to be her watching. Rebecca didn't want the vole's adoptive mother coming in. Though if she did, she probably couldn't tell Amethyst that Rebecca was too dangerous. If she did, she could tell Amethyst how Helga fought her at the gym.
`Yeah, I can get it no problem.' she typed back as she fell back to her bed. Maybe this town wasn't so bad after all.
