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Slavery RP Post XVIII

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This post is for prompts that focus on crossovers between various slavery AUs, with the crossover wizards.

Please put the use name of your slave Matt in the subject line of your comment eg. "Feral: Fuck or 'die' AGAIN!"

I'll move a couple of prompts over to start us off, but feel free to ignore them and put your own.

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He stepped back and scooped Matt up in his arms.

"It's okay sweetheart, I'm not leaving you, I just want to be able to pamper you properly like you deserve."

Matt was whimpering, afraid of being left alone by his master, unable to imagine being okay with it, he didn't know where he was and he didn't feel okay with that at all, his skin tingling from the ropes and he was naked and so were the others, but then his master was petting him, gently touching his hair, and it reminded him slowly that things were different and better, his hair was long and smooth and soft and clean and gently oiled at night to not be all dry, and life was different now. He took deep deep breaths as Master kissed and gently pet him, let him nuzzle his hands and lick his fingers, and reached down and squeeze his belly gently, in rhythm. And Matt kept the rhythm up obediently as Master stepped away and got a bottle that smelled good, like chocolate, and he smiled at it as Master said he was so good and so lovely and strong for calming down and staying calm, and he breathed in deep and nuzzled at Master's nice soft thighs, careful not to get too close to anything else.

Once he'd grabbed the bottle of lotion he carried Matt back and set him down on a comfortable cushioned bench.

"My lovely brave, beautiful Matt." He kissed him once before he opened the bottle, Matt perking up at the scent.

Matt wrinkled his nose at the smell, and Foggy was gentle with him as he said, "You know you are both allowed to like different things, right? And Matt, you know me, I'm not going to use something on you you don't like. Even if I can't smell it myself."

"All for you my treasure." He reassured Matt, as he began carefully massaging the lotion into his skin.

Foggy massaged Matt's shoulders, rubbing in the lotion deeply. "You're both so perfect in your own ways," he murmured. "So absolutely lovely. But only you are mine," he said, pressing deep kisses to Matt's hair, and there was a very awkward moment when in moving around to get the other side of each of their Matts Foggy and Danny bumped into each other sharply and painfully.

"You okay?" Danny checked on Foggy's condition.

"You managed to hit my shoulder," Foggy said through gritted teeth, the pain absolutely agonizing and the nakedness making it only worse. He took another side-step and when Danny followed with some words about chi Matt suddenly loosened his ties with a tug of the ropes and bit Danny sharply, teeth sinking in and cutting him. Well, that was a first, Foggy thought, dumbstruck.

"Not around you then." Danny waited for Golubushka to let go, then backed away, accelerating his healing and washing the blood away quickly.

Matt snarled a little bit, but backed off when Danny went away from his master, and then Treacle bit Matt as well, lunging in and it hurt, and Master Foggy actually yelled at that, loud and firm and commanding, STOP. BOTH OF YOU, STOP. and Matt froze from struggling to hurt Treacle back and then quietly went with how Foggy had looped a finger in his crown braid and was firmly pulling him back and behind Foggy, and he sounded angry.

"Matty, it's okay, he was just being protective of his master." He scooped Matt up in his arms and sat down with him in his lap.

"Matt," Foggy said firmly. "Sit *down* and calm down," he scolded him, pulling Matt away from Treacle and Danny, protectively putting himself between Matt and the others. "Matt, you do *not* bite people. I don't care if you use it when I'm not picking up on your cues or listening, or if you feel really scared, but you do not draw blood unless someone is really hurting you, and Danny wasn't. He did not mean to hurt me," and Foggy softened his voice, "And when you're like this, it's my job to protect you. I can protect me too."

"And you," he said to Treacle coldly. "Don't you ever hurt my Matt again. I know why it happened, but now he's going to need antibiotics and shots--"

"WE WILL ENSURE HE IS COMPLETELY HEALED."

"And you do not have the right to scold my Matt." Danny held him close, protectively. Obviously he'd been encouraging his Matt to bite.

"I do when he hurts my loved ones," Foggy said, absolutely icy, and when a first-aid kit appeared he grabbed it and sat next to his Matt to gently clean and bandage the bite, relieved that the setting changed to somewhere where both he and Danny were dressed, but he frowned to realize he didn't recognize it and it absolutely reeked of bleach and blood.

And Matt began whimpering, pressing his face into Danny's chest. And so did Golubushka.

"Apparently the wizards have decided to punish both of our Matts." Danny held Matt closer, whispering reassurances to him, that he was his, ans the Ranshakovs were gone, to the only peace they could know.

Foggy exhaled carefully as he held Matt close with one arm. "I don't know about him, but I don't punish my Matt," he said. "This id also not a good place for either of them to learn any lessons, they're too freaked out to think."

"Yeah, I agree." He looked around, trying to see a way out, but there wasn't any. "Sirs, please don't do this to our Matts, please bring us somewhere nicer."

Matt's mind felt chaotic and horrific, full of sudden horrible memories and bad sensations and the walls melting, and then it all changed quite suddenly, they were in a room with large walls and a tall ceiling and what sounded to him like small couches and chairs and he sniffed and smelled strawberry tea, the kind with real mint leaves and dried strawberries that he only had when he felt truly awful, and his Foggy didn't sound mad anymore, and Matt wasn't wearing the ropes now, he was wearing what felt like a tight leather dress with arm-binders and a bigger collar, fancier, and Treacle sounded like he was wearing a straightjacket instead of a binder and very little else, and Matt felt a little cold and afraid but Foggy was touching him gently and leading him--not by the hair, by soft chin-touch--to the table and having him sit and kissing his forehead and promising now he could relax a tiny bit, Matt please take deeper breaths, and Matt tried his absolute best.

"We're going to take care of you." Danny promised Matt, bringing him to a chair at the table and setting him down, kissing him and making sure he was comfortable.

"I won't leave you, I promise," Foggy promised his Matt, stroking him until he stopped hyperventilating and could breathe deep. "It's okay, I know dresses aren't your favorite thing, but I will never make you wear them, I will never make you want them. Promise." And poor Treacle was sobbing and struggling against his straightjacket-thing, clearly getting more and more upset despite Danny's increasingly frantic words.

"You're safe, I'm here and I won't leave you. I won't ever make you wear anything you don't want to wear, I promise."

But Treacle was still upset, Matt could tell, whimpering and crying out, and he understood why, straightjackets were nothing they'd worn after training, and they brought to mind all the most awful fears of being crazy and disbelieved forever, so Matt wriggled closer, trying to show Foggy he wanted to help, and Foggy sounded disbelieving but helped Matt move right next to Treacle so Matt could lay a head on his shoulder and purr, nuzzle at him and make sounds of understanding, empathy, sympathy, and comfort, show him that pets understood, he wasn't alone without words to explain.

And that was helping, a bit.

"Love you, trust you, never doubt you, promise."

And Foggy chimed in. "Hey, this isn't fair, he doesn't deserve this. If he needs to be restrained can he be like my Matt, at least? And empty?"Foggy added, knowing Matt was now by his sudden squeak.

"YOU HAD ASSIGNED PRIMARY BLAME FOR THE INCIDENT TO HIM." The voice sounded a touch accusing, and Danny tamped down on his outrage as the straight-jacket melted away, to be replaced by a dress and binder identical to Golubushka's, but in dark green, where Golubushka's was blue.

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