Amanda; you're a pet for five years now

You sit in the bar nervously, unable to find the courage to check the scores since you looked last night, where you were still in the lead. It had been a decent lead, but you also knew how active and ferociously Amanda has been chasing your tally in the few short days after your family and May had given birth, skyrocketing your score to where it sits now. Amanda's seemingly unbeatable lead vanished leaving her less than a month to try and scramble to do everything in her power to pull back ahead. All teasing and taunting slowed before finally ceasing over that week, with just a single written message in its place by the time you'd given birth to your own Daughter, Taliah. The final message read, 'I don't know how you did it, but it's not over yet bitch <3'

If this last year has taught you anything about your best friend, is that Amanda is exceptionally creative even when sitting on a comfortable lead, now she was hungry to win on top of that. While you doubt that in the few hours between last night and now enough women have given birth to Amanda's children for her to win; The fact it was even a possibility is alarming. She could have easily blown an obscene amount of money last night, hiring every escort, hooker, and lubricating drunken tourists into bed all to pull ahead at that last moment.

Your fears are far from allayed when Amanda finally joins you, swaggering her way into a bar with two sexy blondes in her arms, giving them both a farewell peck on the cheek and a playful slap on their asses. You could tell from the smiles and giggles elicited by the two parting women, that they had spent a fruitful morning together.

You look up at Amanda as she saunters her way towards the table your sat at, the same one that two years ago you got blackout drunk, starting off this entire wild ride. You smile as you watch Amanda flick her long fiery red hair around her shoulder, using just her fingers to work it in one swift move into something a little more presentable than the freshly fucked look. The Luminous mod flaring for a moment giving your best friend an almost orange glow, which you'd describe almost as an angelic halo, but infernal would be a much more apt description for her, given her own sordid antics in this bet.

You now know what kind of dark devious mind lurks behind those deep verdant eyes, scanning you up and down as Amanda approaches, planning and scheming all manner of things for you. Yet, despite this, you still can't help but feel a warm rush in your core as you bat your own eyes and smile at Amanda openly checking out your body. Something about that confident grin on her soft-featured face, and the way she carries herself sets your heart rate racing and makes your skin flush. Something in your mind screams, I don't care if you heading to hell, just so long as you take me with you.

You've always known that Amanda was beautiful, stunning maybe even achingly attractive; just as you've known that you are always sadder after leaving after your infrequent meetups. You'd always assumed that it was simply how much fun you typically have together, given you often transition from Amanda's company to a long haul alone in space. But after what Amelia, Amanda's mother had told you when you were happily languishing in her clutches, Amanda's feelings for you ran hotter than just a deep friendship come partner in crime. That this entire ordeal had been set up as a means to get you into a position where you couldn't resist but take each other. It made you dwell on your own feelings about Amanda, and discover something that even you were blind to, a longing for her that doesn't just stem from your nethers.

"Good morning, Claire, ready to be my little breeder bitch for the next 5 years?" Amanda jokes while sliding into the seat across from you.

"Guess we'll find out," You reply with a soft smile.

"So you haven't checked yet either?" Amanda asks with a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Not since yesterday," You reply with a grin of your own, "Besides couldn't resist watching that gorgeous face of yours drop when you find out I won," You add, mustering as much fake bravado as you can muster. Although you have no doubt Amanda's own enhanced perception can see right through it; just as yours sees through hers. The pair of you are as nervous as each other.

"You wish," Amanda replies leaning back in her seat. "Still, I have to admit, it's been a much closer race than I'd have thought," Amanda admits, her grin faltering slightly for an almost imperceptible minute.

"Well, we both played our different ways," You offer with a smile.

"I'm dying to know how the hell you pulled ahead, I had you for months, then you rocket ahead," Amanda says shaking her head and gesturing a drinks order to the bar.

"It's all about who you fuck and not how you fuck," You reply with a soft giggle, feeling your face redden as you realize that Amanda doesn't yet know, but shortly will know all about yours and her own family secrets.

"Oh please," Amanda snorts shaking her head. "I'm sure like me, you fuck like a goddess," She adds with a grin, eagerly downing the whole glass set down before her by a waitress.

"Guess you'll have to find out for yourself," You offer teasingly.

"Oh? Does my little Claire want a sample of the next five years?" Amanda asks with a broad almost predatory smile.

"Tempting, but I want that first time to be something.... real special," You reply, leaning across the table and whispering and emphasizing the final two words in your most seductive tone. You watch as Amanda's confident front cracks for a moment, the pupils in her verdant eyes dilating for a moment as she swallows hard and looks away. "Besides the guild representative just arrived, would be rude to make them wait, when they can just let us know who's won," You say smoothly nodding your head towards a suited individual carrying a case in one hand, looking affronted by everything they see in the bar.

You stick your hand up and gesture toward the suited platinum star guild rep, who nods and swiftly makes his way over to your table. "Ladies," The suited individual says before taking a seat. "I do wish you'd have let us conduct this business in a more suitable locale," The rep states.

"My money, my rules," Amanda replies with a smile.

"Indeed," The rep replies, taking a deep breath and composing themself. "Now I believe as of one minute ago the time has elapsed on your wager and I'm here on the behest of Platinum Star corp to oversee and officiate the results," The rep reels off rapidly, clearly not wanting to stay a moment longer in this bar than they need to.

"We both agree to skip the formal crap," Amanda states calmly "don't we Claire?" She asks with a smile.

"Yeah, let's just get to the results," You agree, now feeling your stomach beginning to lurch.

"Most gracious of you," The rep replies, giving you both a smile the first sign that this individual was capable of being anything other than officious. "So in this case we have the completed paperwork for the new deed of ownership for your ship," The rep begins, but without gesturing to either of you making it no less the wiser as to who has won. "As well as that specialty item to ensure 5 years of, a-hem service," The rep continues, clearly embarrassed about the term long haul companion. "Finally you'll also find a breakdown of the competition, so that should either party want to appeal the results, they can do so, although any such appeals would be outside the Platinum Star remit, we would require that any judgment, arbitration, and or other legally binding appeals still abide by the terms laid out in the contract." The rep reels off as they place the large case on the table.

Amanda, without waiting for the results pulls the case to herself and pops open the latch to discover what is within. Lifting the lid of the case without any trouble Amanda reaches in and successfully pulls out an advanced-looking collar. You glance over to the rep and, when he notices you, he nods indicating Amanda is the winner of the contest. You hunch a little and turn away from Amanda putting your hair up so that she can properly place the collar around your neck. With a click locking the collar into place, the rep straightens their suit, gives a small nod, and says, "Congratulations from all and sundry from Platinum Star, I hope you consider us for your future contract binding means," before bowing to you and Amanda and turning and making a swift exit.

"Mistress, what is this collar designed to do exactly?" You ask Amanda confused as you realize you just called her 'mistress.'