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mika/bertie/justin

Obviously the pair of them couldn't be left alone together when they'd been drinking, so Mika was quick to act when she walked into the room to see the tangle of limbs on the couch, the half-torn clothes, and the remains of what had once been the liquor cabinet scattered across the floor. Scowling fiercely, she limped off to gather what she needed before returning. Since the pair were quite preoccupied, they never noticed her return or what she did, save that they were pulled off of each other before things got too far out of control.

Not that it saved either of them from being doused with a glass full of cold water, sputtering and cursing or blankly staring up at the offending glassware for the shocked instant it took to realize that they'd each been tethered to opposite sides of the room, heavy bite-proof collars preventing escape.

"Now, the two of you are going to sit there until you're sober enough to behave yourselves."

"That would require being able to behave in the first place."

"Stuff it, Justin or I will put you in the time out corner."

"Of course, simply tell me where you'd like it stuffed."

Thankfully that was when Mika squirted him in the face with more water, as Bertie was so mortified he could barely breathe.

oh this one is perfect too

Anon forgot to tag their work. :(

Ms. Mika Whitepaws is not a warou to be trifled with. She has seen shit. She has lived through it. And died through it and been fucking possessed through it. She's tired of everything. But most especially, she's tired of being called a dog by ignorant humans who think getting blind drunk will solve every problem.

The warou had merely come over to check on Bertie. She'd heard Justin cut off his leg toward the end his 'bad day.' She'd also come to check on Ienzo because no one should really have to suffer Bertie Wooster. How the man puts up with him on a regular basis is a mystery to her. He's out, though, and it's a bee who shows her in. There in the sitting room are Justin and Bertie, passed out across the coffee table. There are sheets of paper and markers and pens scattered among whiskey, wine, and vodka bottles. Bingo is there, too, curled up in Bertie's lap.

Mika squints at the papers suspiciously and shuffles over as quietly as her gait will allow. She picks up one of the sheets... and promptly crumples it, claws piercing the paper. It's a picture of her - Justin's work given what she's seen of Bertie's art - chasing after a bone with her tongue hanging out. The warou bares her teeth as she picks up more pieces of paper. Bertie and Justin are both guilty of it. They've drawn her acting like a dog. Drawn her as a dog with 'Bertie's tender goddess' scrawled beside and scratched out. There are a lot of mark-outs on that page. Obviously they'd been passing it back and forth.

They're cubs. The biggest fucking ignorant cubs she's ever laid eyes on. That does it!

Mika seethes as she limps out of the house, back to her own home, and goes for the supplies Zephyr had seen fit to give her. She thinks she understands why she's been given them now. When she returns to Bertie and Ienzo's house the scene is much the same, but Bingo's awake and comes over to greet her. Mika shushes him when he wuffs at her, ears pricked forward in attention and curiosity.

What is Aunt Mika doing?

"Taking care of your papa and his friend," she growls low. "They've been very naughty. Naughty cubs get punished."

Bingo whimpers, and Mika spares a moment to shift the load in her hands and reach down to pet the pup. Bingo's been a good cub. There's no punishment for him here. He hasn't been chewing his papas' shoes and canes, right?

No! No! Bingo's gone three whole days without doing that!

Mika huffs in amusement. Now here is a cub who might grow up right. One who actually fucking listens when he's told something.

Justin barely stirs when she she fits the collar, harness, and leash on him and ties him to one of the pipes running along the walls. Bertie stirs enough to give a confused mumble of protest when she drags him over and ties him next to Justin. This is a lecture that they both require. And an ice cold bucket of water splashed over them rouses the pair effectively. Justin jerks and Bertie gasps, yes bugging out. Both try to get to their feet only to find their hands bound to to the harness behind their back and the leashes attached to the collars at their necks very short.

Bertie looks around in confusion like he's trying to get his bearings, but Justin's eyes go immediately from her face to the scattered pages on the coffee table back to Mika again before he goes still and sits back down. "You caught us. Oh, no!" Look how serious he's being, Mika.

"You," Mika growls, "shut up." She'd use harsher language, but Bingo is there. "And you," she adds, jabbing a claw in Bertie's direction, "don't even start. There is a problem here, gentlemen. That problem is that you seem to think it's funny acting like I'm a dog and joking about who the fuck I belong with." Oh, oh, she's going to go off on these morons.

"Bingo, why don't you have the bees take you for a walk while Aunt Mika talks to Papa and his friend?" The puppy's ears are back, and he quickly runs to the front door to scratch at it. One of the bees comes out, hooks a leash to his collar and takes him outside.

"Didn't we go over this?" the warou demands, turning her attention back to the cubs. Her eyes flash dangerously. "Did we not fucking go over this less than a fucking month ago. Because I remember doing it. I remember screaming at you, Bertie, and you saying sorry and it would never happen again. And then I find this."

Her gesture toward the coffee table is vicious.

Justin has the good sense to remain quiet. Bertie's not so lucky. He's also clearly still drunk. "What? No! No, it's not you, Ms. Whitepaws. Don't be silly, old thing! We were just-just drawing, um... we were drawing... What were we drawing?" The man looked over to Justin.

"Her. Like a dog."

"Right. We were drawing- What!?" He looks scandalized. "No. What are you saying, man?"

"The truth, since you're incapable of it," Justin retorts.

Mika laughs. It's a high, slightly hysterical sound that quiets both men. "Alpha preserve me, but you two are the most ridiculous fucking assholes. You were made for each other. You deserve each others for whatever the hell you've got going on."

"I'm not involved with him!" Bertie's quick to respond. "He just came to get drunk."

The warou stopped laughing, moved forward until her teeth are bout an inch from Bertie's face. "Cubs shouldn't drink. I'm clearing you out. Both of you. I'm wishing all of your alcohol away. And I'm going to explain why to Zephyr so it doesn't come back. This is now a dry Meadous. Congratu-fucking-lations screwing it up for everyone.

"Don't you fucking dare." Justin's expression is blank, but his words hold menace.

Mika snaps her head over to him. Bertie's easily cowed - she can already see him cringing away from her - if not easily taught, Justin much less so. "I'll fucking dare if I want to. You clearly can't handle your liquor. I'm doing the pair of you a favor."

"Get rid of his, fine. Touch mine, and I'll kill you."

It's been a while since she's dealt with threats that aren't idle ones. And Mika can tell Justin's threats aren't idle.

"You don't give him a drop." She points to Bertie who's just gawping at the exchange.

"Deal. Now are you going to untie us?"

"No. Ienzo can when he gets home."

"What?" Bertie makes a valiant struggle and ends up absolutely nowhere.

"I have a wish to make," Mika replies, shuffling out the door.

Yes good

oho, excellent.

yes good

and then Justin cuts off his harness and walks out. Ignoring Bertie's cries of protest.

On the bright side, Bertie would prefer Ienzo NOT find him tied up with another man. This makes things marginally less awkward.

This was getting out of hand. After the mess on the bulletin board, Bertie had woken up one morning with a new set of appendages. Apparently, someone (and it didn’t take too much brainwork to assume that it’s that blasted Law) wished him into a dog. A corgi, with big perky ears and a curly tail. So, of course, he trotted promptly over to the wishing pond and wished the same thing on Law. Then he took himself off to Mika’s place to complain.

He, of course, missed the blatant amusement in her expression as he launched into a discussion of his extreme emotional distress and current plans for that blighter Law. Her frustrated “Oh my god, Bertie, you can’t just turn people into dougath against their will” was dismissed with a shrug and a “Well, it’s too late for that now.”

Clearly too late, as Justin slammed the door of Mika’s house open, expression stormy, and headed straight towards Bertie, teeth bared. Apparently, Bertie switching species had done nothing for his courage, because at the sight of a very angry German Shepherd dougath, his ears flattened back against his skull, his tail went down between his legs, and he scurried back behind Mika.

Mika, suddenly caught in the middle, was not pleased.

“Sit!”

Bertie dropped like a stone, still telegraphing fear with every line of his body. Justin was a bit slower to obey, though his expression was more ‘why should I listen to you’ than ‘why are you treating me like a dog’.

“I said sit, Justin.”

Eventually, grudgingly, he sat.

Mika did not have time to mediate two grown men having an insult fight like third graders, but since apparently her lot in life involved doing the sorts of things she never wanted to do, she was stuck with the job.

But, for some reason, she had a giant box of sex toys. Including (thank Alpha) leashes. And collars. And muzzles.

Yessssssss

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Above fill involves light suggested bondage and potential sex

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