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I stood looking in the mirror, tugging my black, long sleeve button up until it was straight enough for me to tuck in, at which point I fixed my collar and grinned at myself in the mirror, admiring my own pearly white fangs before looking up and staring into my green eyes, giving one of my award winning grins. They weren't really award winning... but they could be!

I heard a murr from behind me and turned to raise an eyebrow at my freshly collared ferret, looking him up and down and clucking my tongue before shaking my head. "You're seriously going to wear such a lousy looking T-shirt to dinner?" I asked him as I knelt, taking it off of him forcefully and scrounging through his clothes to pull out a short sleeve button up with a dragon design on the back, forcing his arms through the sleeves before buttoning it up, much to his displeasure.

He whined and squirmed as I buttoned it up. "It's too tight!" he complained at me, and I batted his nose gently.

"It is not!" I scolded him, giving him a little nuzzle before saying, "Now stop complaining!"

He huffed at me but let me button it up and tug it straight before I smiled and pet his head gently before tugging his collar until his face was close to mine. "Good boy," I told him, giving him a sharp slap to the rump, "Now, put on a pair of nice blue jeans, and go downstairs for breakfast!" I ordered him, smiling at him before leaving the room on my own, hearing him whine behind me.

I just rolled my eyes and walked down the stairs, taking the steps slowly, one at a time, wondering how long it would take him to catch up to me. By the time I was at the bottom of the stairs, he was right behind me and I just chuckled, "Silly boy," I said teasingly, "Why do you rush through everything?"

He just blushed and pressed himself under my arm with a whine and said, "Because I like bein' near you." He said, pressing his nose into the base of my neck and I rolled my eyes again, giving him a squeeze before tugging him along behind me and into the kitchen where my mom was laying out the rest of the breakfast food.

My mother, a beautiful vixen in her mid-forties with bright orange fur that shined in the light, seeing me enter with the ferret, smiled brightly and got down two clean plates, placing them right next to each other on one side of the table and fixed my ferret a plate, leaving me to get my own food as usual. "Good morning sweetheart," she said, beaming towards us as she placed the plate with food in my ferret's usual seat.

I was about to respond before I remembered that my ferret was there, and I nudged him with my knee and he blushed, "Morning Mrs. Roma." He said as I pushed him down into his seat.

She smiled at him then gave me a little glare, "You didn't hurt him last night did you? Or this morning?"

I just rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at her, giving his collar a tug as I sat down and began to fix my own plate, "If I had hurt him last night or this morning do you really think he'd be wearing this?"

She looked me up and down and said, "Knowing him, yes." She smiled at him as she turned away from me and she knelt down a bit and said, "Are you alright sweetheart?"

He blushed furiously and buried his face in my chest to hide it, "I'm fine Mrs. Roma." He said, his voice muffled by my chest. I just smiled and I kissed him on the cheek and winked at my mother.

"See?" I said, "I told you he was fine."

She just rolled her eyes and went back to finishing the rest of the food while my ferret eagerly shoveled his food into his maw and I slowly ate mine, chewing every bite as I watched him devour his food. When he was done, he burped loudly, and sat back in his chair with a content sigh. I gave myself a second to smile at how cute he was before I put my fork down very deliberately. I reached over and gripped him by the collar, pulling him to me forcefully.

I started to lick his face clean of syrup and orange juice, soaking his face with saliva as my mother watched with a look of amusement on her face and as he whined and squirmed against me. When he was as clean as I could get him with my tongue, I looked him straight in the eye, still gripping his collar.

"When we are at my grandma's house," I said, my voice harsh and demanding, "you will NOT devour your food like you're starving. You WILL have a napkin in your lap. You will NOT get it all over your face. And you WILL observe proper table manners. Do you understand me?"

Through my entire spiel his ears slowly flattened to his head before finally his eyes were wide with seeming innocence. I waited impatiently before he finally whimpered softly and nodded, slumping down into his chair as I let go of his collar. "Go clean up," I ordered him, going back to eating.

Once he was out of the kitchen my mother looked at me with a very disapproving look on her face. "I know he's into the whole master and slave thing," she said simply, "But you don't have to be so rough."

"He enjoys the roughness mom," I said simply as I ate, "Plus, he needs to learn his manners. Even if he isn't with me forever, he'll need those one day."

She just rolled her eyes as she finished laying out plates for my brothers and sisters, "Well, I don't like it." She said simply, wiping her paws on her apron before pulling it over her head to reveal the light green blouse and blue jeans beneath.

I just smiled and stretched as my ferret walked back down the stairs, the collar of his shirt messed up and his shirt buttoned crooked. "You don't have to like it," I said as I walked to him and knelt, unbuttoning his shirt, taking a second to rub my paw through the fur on his belly, smiling before nuzzling into his chest, his murr from the rubbing turning into a giggle as I tickled him with my nose. "Like that huh?" I asked him teasingly as I rebuttoned his shirt properly before fixing his collar, stroking down his back with a smile before kissing him on the lips gently.

"Yes," he said with a smile, as he leaned into me, rubbing his head under my chin as I picked him up, now that he was clean and properly dressed. I cradled him against my chest as I walked into the living room, sitting down and holding him tightly against my lap as I pawed him the remote, kissing him on the cheek.

"Go on and watch whatever you want sweetheart," I told him with a smile, "We leave for my grandma's at noon."

He giggled and then turned on the TV, wriggling himself in my lap before settling down comfortably with a cute little yawn. He turned on cartoons before beginning to watch TV with a childlike obsession that I loved to watch.

As he watched, my mother called to my brother and sister to come eat breakfast, before coming to sit next to us on the couch. She reached over and started to stroke through Josh's headfur. As she did, he murred and slowly began to gravitate towards her until he was sitting in between us, leaning into her, his head resting on her chest as he watched TV.

She gave me a smug look and I rolled my eyes as I pressed my paw into his arm pit and began to tickle him. At first he just squirmed and wriggled but then he started to squeal until I finally managed to get him far enough away from my mother that I could snatch him away. I just winked at her as he panted and wriggled as he calm down from the giggling fit.

I tucked him under my chin and chuckled as my brother and sister trooped past into the kitchen to eat breakfast, already dressed in their clothes to go visit my grandma. "You're the cutest thing in existence," I whispered into his ear.

"I know," he said with a giggle, rubbing his head under my chin.

"Oh really?" I whispered into his ear, giving it a teasing nibble. "And how do you know this already?"

He giggled and gave me the cutest grin he could ever possibly manage, his eyes twinkling with his childish delight as he kissed me gently on the lips before rubbing his head underneath my chin, "Because everyone else acts like it!" he said.