Treats (H,T,C)

After Hazel left the Master’s Cottage, she left to see her girlfriend as she’d discussed with Richard and Luna. Having already come to an agreement with Aubrey, she opened the copper and glass door of the Arrow and let herself in without knocking.

Plodding through the hall, she found that the bedroom door had been left ajar. Both women inside were asleep, still in their clothes from the day before. It looked like they’d fallen asleep mid hug. Hazel quietly walked through, first taking a closer look at the two of them before taking a seat in one of the glass chairs. It was unusual for Ms.Turner to not be up at this time, but there were no significant plans today. She could rest if she needed to.

Surprisingly, it was Aubrey who was awake first. The lithe blonde slipped out of Helena’s grip and walked out of the room, not noticing the third person in the room. Hazel followed her out and closed the door to catch up on what she’d missed.

Aubrey was pleasantly surprised to see Hazel in the hall after she came out of the bathroom, showing no concern or alarm that Hazel had been able to come in and move around without being heard. She’d lived with Richard quite a while, so she was well used to the bodyguard coming and going like a ghost. Wanting to help, she started to explain. “If you’re here to help her get ready for the day, you may want to wait a bit. We were up past three together.”

“Why were you up so late?”

“She seemed sad, and it looked like she’d been crying before I came in. She asked me to tell her stories about Dad, Lauren, and Tiffany, so I just rambled until she fell asleep. Then she was holding onto me and I started getting sleepy, and now you’re here.”

She was sad? I thought Maeve would help. That’s... frustrating. If yesterday hadn’t helped, or made things worse, then she’d have to make up for it today. “While you’re at breakfast, would you mind helping me come up with things the three of us could do together this morning?” Ms.Turner seems to enjoy her company, and it would also help keep her away from Murphy’s for a few more hours like Ms.Turner wants.

Aubrey shrugged. “I was planning to spend the day at the library working on my translation, but I can help.” After agreeing, she headed towards her closet in the front of the house to finish getting ready for the day.

Hazel returned to the bedroom, quietly sitting down on the bed next to where her girlfriend and protectee was still recovering from the difficult days before.

She didn’t pay much attention to the time, patiently waiting until Helena began to stir.

“What time is it?”

Hazel checked. “Nearly nine.”

Realizing that she still was dressed from the day before, she handed the handle of the leash over to Hazel before leading them both into the bathroom. “I shouldn’t have slept so late. I cost us some of our time to prepare, but hopefully we can have a presentation ready for either Aubrey or Felicia’s file. Felicia’s more volatile, but I still feel like her questions and issues might be more predictable. What do you think?”

“Respectfullly, I think that it might be best to wait for them both.”

Helena had just turned on the water for her shower, trying to get started on the day as soon as she could. Surprised, she turned around. “Why?”

“Aubrey mentioned you were upset after your therapy session?”

Helena paused. “I suppose so. It was harder than I expected.”

“What happened?”

“We kept veering into topics we can’t tell her in the beginning. She tried to imply that Maria had put unfair expectations on me. I tried to leave, but she seemed to know about my scalp transformation and used it to coax me into staying.”

“She used Good Girl?”

“Yes. Would you mind helping me in the shower like last round? I’ll need to take this off in a moment.” Helena gestured to the collar.

“Of course.” Hazel tried to stay on topic. “Again, I think it’d be good for you to rest. I already asked Aubrey to help us find something that the two of us could do together.”

“You did?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“I suppose we can take a day off then. I want to work my way up to her file, and at least this way we can keep an eye on her.”

Hazel sighed. If this is how I can get her to relax, then so be it.

***

Aubrey caught up to them as they were both finishing breakfast. “Hey! I found the perfect thing for us.”

“Yes?” Used to the blonde’s enthusiasm, Helena had a wry smile.

“After I went down to Murphy’s for breakfast, I was looking around and found this arcade! It’s a little creepy, but I think it could be fun.”

Hazel raised a brow. "Creepy?”

“It has some of the characters from this horror game some of my students are into. You know, the one with the robot panda and iguana?”

“Five Nights at Lizzy’s?” Hel asked. She’d been involved with the merchandising for the third and fourth movies in the franchise.

“I think so?”

“We can give it a try.” Helena said. "If you picked it, I'm sure it'll be great."

***

Not long after, Aubrey had brought them down the hill, past a rusted gate, and was showing them around the arcade. Hazel was doing her best to ignore her unease, but things kept telling her that this was a spot more suited to hiding bodies than a fun day off. Ms.Turner and Aubrey seemed to be having fun, after all. It wouldn’t do to ruin things with her paranoia.

“And there’s the basketball machine. It was broken when I first found this place, but before I came to get you I visited Ata to fix it and add the prize counter." She gestured first to the illuminated pair of hoops over in one corner, then over to a desk where a large black and white marionette doll with its strings cut was draped over a chair. A music box was sitting in the middle of the desk, long silent.

“You chose her?”

“It felt weird to break from the theme, and the only other character I can remember was Orange Guy.” Aubrey explained.

“Who’s that?” Hazel asked.

“You don’t want to know.” Her girlfriend assured her.

It’s worse than that creepy puppet? This place is awful. Is no one else hearing those wolf noises?

“Are there any games she’d be able to play sitting down?” Hazel asked Aubrey. If she doesn’t need the leash, then maybe I could do something with her. Or maybe shake off my basketball rust if she wanted to do something with Aubrey…

“Yeah! There’s five Wario Kart Chairs over there that we can use. We’d only use three of them, but you know what I mean.”

“Sure.” Hel lightly patted the blonde on the back. “Should we start with that?”

***

A few hours later, they’d separated from Richard’s girlfriend after Ms.Turner decided to talk her into having lunch with them. The designated lunch for Ava’s day wasn’t properly Italian by Hel’s standards, but at least it was Italian adjacent. Marinara sauce and pasta shells with five kinds of sausages. Aubrey had been a bit hesitant when first seeing it, but did her best to scoop around the tomato chunks after the redhead had coaxed her into it.

Their morning at the arcade had ended up being fun, if odd at times. After that racing game, they’d explored a few of the others. The machines kept pumping out tickets, though the amounts that they gave were disconnected from their actual performance at any of the games. The marionette had sprung to life when they approached to collect all their tickets, but it didn’t seem to care or even try to count how many tickets they’d 'earned'. It offered all three of them small toys; Aubrey gladly took the gold colored teddy bear, and it seemed like Ms.Turner took the stuffed doberman offered to her mostly out of peer pressure from Aubrey. Hazel rejected every trinket offered, much to the puppet monster’s confusion. It seemed to be doing its best, but she couldn’t dismiss the goosebumps she felt around it.

Thankfully they were away from the arcade now and heading back to the Arrow Cottage, Aubrey having left for the library.

“Thank you for that.” Helena said, as she dug through her closet. She was trying to figure out somewhere to keep the stuffed toy.

“Of course, Ma’am.”

“Do you think she had a good time?”

“I do. She seemed excited to have found something to help.”

“Good. I still feel bad for her that she has to deal with this. I was planning to reintroduce her to Richard more gently. How about you?”

“Me, Ma’am?” Is she asking me about my visit with him, or…

“Did you have a good time? You seemed stressed at points. Was that just my imagination?”

“No.”

Helena came out of the closet, the leash going slack. She put a hand on her girlfriend’s midsection. “Can you tell me why? Was it the arcade?”

“Yes. I know you enjoyed it in some way, but it was uncomfortable for me. Not all the time, but when I stopped focusing on a game enough to notice where we were. I’m already on guard and false alarms like that keep me mentally busy in ways I don’t like.”

“Is horror generally bad for you?”

Hazel nodded.

“That’s good to know. I wish I knew as much about you as you know about me. If horror is out of the question, what do you like? Action movies?”

“Sometimes, but after a hard day nature documentaries are nice just to have on.”

Helena stepped closer. Hazel wasn’t sure what she’d say next.

She didn’t speak at first, just stretching up for a kiss. “I want you to show me everything that was too personal before. Your taste in movies, your dancing, I don’t even know what else I don’t know yet.” She went in for another kiss, then another. “Thank you for indulging us.”

“Of course.” I love you.

“Do you want to take me to bed?”

Hazel carried her out of the hall to the bedroom. At the foot of the bed she took the lead, undressing Helena before her girlfriend rolled to the middle of the bed. The bodyguard removed her own shirt and bra before climbing up in between Helena’s legs.

“You’re stopping there?” The redhead asked. I love the view, but this doesn’t seem fair.

“We can go further later, but first I wanted to reward you for how much you’ve gone through over the past three days. Spread your legs a little wider for me.”

Helena did as she was told.

Hazel leaned forward as her knees sat in between Helena's legs, balancing with her left hand as she used her right hand to slowly trace down Helena’s body. She enjoyed hearing her girlfriend exhale as she ran her fingers down from her collar, to the small crests of her breasts, down to her stomach, before reaching her lower lips. She lowered herself down to Helena’s neck, brushing her own lips lightly to her as she spoke.

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Hm?” Helena seemed surprised at the style of dirty talk.

“You take such good care of everyone.”

Hazel raised herself back up, leaning back to spread Ms.Turner’s folds with her fingers. The other woman was trembling, both in anticipation and at her touch itself.

“Don’t stop. You’re doing so good for me.”

Helena whimpered.

Hazel continued gently teasing her, drawing attention to her explorations of Helena’s womanhood. “It looks so pretty, doesn't it?”

The only answer was a moan.

“Hm? Aren’t you going to answer me, Ma’am?”

There was a noise from the hall. What was that? “Ma’am, I think someone’s listening.” She whispered, in the process of getting her bra back on. She stormed over to the door, prepared to bust whoever it was. “Who’s there?”

Maeve was on the other side, looking slightly panicked. “Maeve, this really isn’t a great time. I wanted to help her relax after what she had to go through yesterday and we were just getting started. Could you come back in… forty minutes?” Then she spotted Maeve’s friend Marissa standing there. Why does whatever is happening have to be here? “Marissa Holt?”

The blonde blinked, as if she hadn’t expected to be caught listening to two other women having sex. “Yes, that is me. You have me at a disadvantage, you are… ?”

“Hazel. I work for the Turners." Shit. “This must be important. I’ll see if I can get approval from Ms.Turner to move to her bedroom.”

She went back inside to explain. “Ma’am, I know it’s impossible but Maeve has Dr.Marissa Holt outside, do you want me to dismiss them?”

Helena was surprised, but still shook her head. She started trying to reach her clothes on the floor. “We can move, as long as that’s alright with you.”

“As you wish, Ma’am.” Hazel helped her gather her clothes, then rummaged through her nightstand for something to make up for the interruption. Once they were both fully dressed, they went out to the hall on their way to the Stone Cottage, Helena saying a few nice words on their way out.

Once they were freely outside together, Hazel fished the doggy-bag out of one of the pockets of her suit and offered it to Helena with her free hand. “I’m sorry for the interruption in there, Ma’am.”

“It wasn’t your fault. This may help her work better with Aubrey.” She looked at the bag. “Is this what I think it is?”

“Yes. I discussed them with Genet, and she agreed to cut their effect to end at sunrise the day after we used them. I was hoping it could help make things more fun for you.”

“I’m not sure how comfortable I am with doing something like that. Even if it’s just for a few hours.”

“Would you like me to try one for you to see?” Helena asked gently.

There was a long pause. “I don’t want you to feel pressured to.”

“If you’re interested, then hand one to me. I don’t need to know which one it is.” Hazel assured her.

There was another long pause before the bag rustled. Hazel was intentionally not paying attention.

“Here.”

Hazel took it and ate it without looking, trusting her girlfriend. She could feel the tingling start immediately in her jaw, scalp, and ass. She did her best to stifle a grunt as they reached the door, the goat steering clear of the two of them unlike usual.

As she opened the door for them both, Helena stopped before going in. “You’re sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, Ma’am. We should get inside.” Hazel could feel a need growing along with what was happening to her head and rear. Not just a need. A hunger. To remind her that she’s Mine.

Feeling her pants growing tight, she unbuttoned them the moment the door was closed. Pushing Helena up against one of the torchlined walls and keeping her upright just with the pressure of the kiss let her release her grip on the leash, allowing her to shed her slacks so a dark lupine tail could spring forth.

“Wow.” The redhead gasped as Hazel took the leash back.

“Is this what you were hoping for?” She asked, as her canine teeth extended into fangs.

“Y-yes.”

“Good. All I ever want to do is satisfy you.”

“How did I ever- I’m not-” Helena stammered.

“Not what? Not perfect?”

“No. What I’ve done-” She was interrupted by another kiss, domineering and strong enough to make her forget whatever she was about to say.

“Everything we’ve done was together.” Hazel leaned in close, letting her teeth graze her mistress’ neck in a way that just felt natural as she lifted up the hem of Ms.Turner’s blouse an inch. “May I?”

Helena nodded, and so step by step Hazel unclipped the leash, unbuttoned her own shirt, removed her mistress’ blouse and supported her waist as she lowered her pants. All that done, she picked Helena up and carried her to the bedroom, smirking as she listened to her girlfriend gasp and cling to her. She only noticed her second set of wolf-like ears from the feeling of them being stroked.

Hazel brought them both into the warm torch lit bedroom and gently set Helena’s head to rest upon a pillow. Positioning her legs over the other woman’s thighs, she slowly ground herself in small, circular motions. Her smirk left a fang exposed as she stared down at her girlfriend’s deepening blush. They’d spent the morning on small games with Mr.Turner’s girlfriend, fun but not truly intimate. Then they’d been walked in on by the therapists. Hazel used her arms to lower herself down, her breasts pressing against Helena’s own as she prepared her next words.

“No more interruptions or other plans that we need to work on. Right now, at this moment? You’re all Mine. Let me show you what that means…”