Mistress Discipline and the Chaos of Fox -Mouse Party XCrown
Aug 20, 2023 14:42:58 GMT -5
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Post by h2f on Aug 20, 2023 14:42:58 GMT -5
Last month:
Mistress Discipline blearily stumbles towards her bathroom and nods at an anxious teen. Sarah looks close to tears and almost ready to reach out to the wrestler but doesn’t.
Mistress pushes the bathroom door open and gazes inside. She blinks.
“Oh. My. Words. Multiple words. Dear Dewey decimal system. What in the greater American Library System happened here?”
Mistress Discipline blinks several more times. A distant door slams shut but Mistress Discipline doesn’t notice. She rubs her eyes and looks at the room again.
“It is actually worse now. What in the good fiction books happened to my bathroom? What sort of monster did this?”
Chaos stops between her friend and her adopted teen.
“Ok. I’m here. What’s the emergency?”
Mistress Discipline rotates to her friend and manager.
“Look at this!” She gestures to what was her resting room.
Chaos looks at the carnage. She looks at her cowering teenage daughter and then back at the monstrosity of a room. Then back at Sarah. She looks her best friend in the eye.
“Death Trap did it.”
“WHAT!?”
Chaos nods. “Death Trap did it. He’s been on a bit of a losing streak and I think it’s affecting his life.”
Within the remains of the room something stirs. A little shuffling sound is ignored by those outside the room. Mistress looks at the ceiling but it, mercifully, is untouched.
“Of course it will affect his life, but why in the ever loving world would that cause the utter and total disrespect of my bathroom? How could any sane human being think that this is acceptable?”
“Men are complicated. They have needs.”
They look at the formerly well organized room as a small nose and whiskers poke into view.
“How could any sane human being think that this is acceptable? And I thought his training was going really well.”
Chaos glares at her daughter as a rat’s head and then body emerges.
“I thought the training was going well too. But setbacks happen. I’m sure we can fix this.” Chaos pats her daughter on the shoulder. “We WILL clean this up.”
“The bathroom, sure, but I remain concerned about the root cause of this issue. I will not limit my involvement to treating symptoms.”
Chaos whips her head to her friend.
“Your husband loves you and I know you’re still his biggest fan. Don’t make this bigger than it needs to be. You don’t need to confront him about this. I wouldn’t even mention it. This can be the Unmentionable Event.”
The rat ambles over to a tiny bowler hat and starts fussing with it in his tiny paws.
“This needs to be addressed.”
“No. No, I’m sure Sarah and I can clean this up in no time. No need to talk to Death Trap about what he clearly did.”
The rat, now wearing the bowler hat, exits the bathroom and shakes off.
“I think we are well past talking. This space fails even a rat. I refuse to live in a place that could never live up to a rat’s nest. I need to take action to prevent this in the future. I need to send a strong message.”
The rat walked closer to Sarah, who picked him up for a hug.
“Wut?”
Mistress nodded to herself.
“I know my beloved, sweet, kind hearted husband would never have been in such a clearly disturbed headspace if it was not for that recent loss.”
Chaos blinked several times.
“He’s been in a large number recently, can you be more specific? This isn’t about the Sticky situation is it?”
“No. This goes back to Foxylicious!”
“Who? Wait. Are you talking about the vapid caricature of a woman with fake boobs?”
Mistress thinks a moment.
“When was that? No, Foxy-boo, the current X*Crown holder. What has occurred to my bathroom here today is clearly HIS fault.”
“Oh. Ooohhh. No. Na-no. Nope. This is what we call a bad idea. Absolutely not. You’re better off having a long conversation about how Bloodied Fox injured Death Trap. You know. Listen to all the bleeding and complaining he’s done recently.”
“Nonsense! I cannot take this anymore. Foxy-locks has clearly taken up too much space in Death Trap’s head. He can only be a distraction and must be removed. I will not share. I know Death Trap travels for work but when he’s home he should be HERE. I will stop that miscreant from ruining my marriage and more specifically my living situation. By force when needed.”
Chaos pushes both arms out in placation.
“Ok. I think we should walk this back a little. I changed my mind. Death Trap did not do this to your bathroom.”
“I will not play second fiddle to a man who is not even trying to be in his head. Foxy has moved on from that fight but Death Trap is still fighting it. Every fight is a new opponent but all the others he just faced are still there. I refuse to be ignored in favor of a man who wants no favor.”
Chaos places an arm on Mistress’s shoulder.
“Gunna be honest, I felt the same way when you started your tag team but there’s plenty of space in Death Trap’s head and your heart. As your manager, I think we can discuss some other options.”
Mistress turns her shoulders to face Chaos.
“As my manager, you will book me to face that two faced son of an impolite woman, who clearly failed to get him the love a boy needs.”
“Don’t go Freud on me, Fox is his own person and not his mother’s fault. He’s already stabbed a CAR crew member and, I’ll remind you, you ARE CAR crew. Please don’t do this.”
They stare at each other.
“I want that match.”
“How about a gimmick match? How about a nice game of chess?”
“No. I want Fox to know my emotional pain but he is clearly incapable of processing emotions given his current drama. So I want to express my emotions in a way even a toddler will understand. With my fists. I will spank him like his mother should have. I will slap the violence out of him and end this drama!”
Chaos drops her arms and shakes her head.
“I don’t think earning the X*Crown is drama free and I think it important to circle back to the fact that he earned the X*Crown. You haven’t had a match in months but you’re gunna jump in with the top dog?”
“I thought he was a fox? Regardless, this match is about my bathroom and what it represents. I fail to give a damn about his fashion accessory. I will make my own belt from Fox’s pelt! Book the match Chaos!”
More Recently:
Dr. Chaos finds Mistress Discipline repeatedly hitting a punching bag.
“Mistress, I’ve finalized your schedule.”
Mistress Discipline pauses mid slap and turns to her friend.
“The fiendish Fox filet? The mocks a Fox match? The Fox and the Hound match?"
“I’m gonna stop you there. If anyone compares you to a female dog, it won’t be kind. And this is a Disney match. Hopefully, the former slash future CIA operatives working for The Mouse take all the man’s knives… I’m bringing my med kit with me.”
Mistress Discipline took a moment to consider.
“Security will likely be interested in your dart gun.”
“If I bring it fully assembled, yea. This ain’t my first rodeo and, more conveniently, they posted his weight so I can get the correct drug amount ready to go.”
Mistress Discipline shook her head.
“I will walk into that ring to fight him one on one. I am not asking you to fight my battles. Specifically, I want to fight this battle. Clearly, I need to fight for Death Trap’s attention in a more physical way.”
“You knew he traveled when you chased him. His schedule is busy and you know that.’
“Yes, but when he is here I expect all of him to be here with me,”
“The bits he’s been leaving at the hospital will grow back. Don’t follow his path. This ain’t a healthy way to lose weight.”
“I will not stop hounding Fox until I hold him down and show him my frustration. Until he feels it and knows it. I refuse to be limited to cameos in someone else’s work and the only way to ensure that is to be active. I am active now. I will be active in that ring and I will chase Bloodied Fox until he is the bloodied Fox.”
“Ok but-“
“No. No butts, no change of plans. This is happening. My bags are packed.”
Chaos stares at Mistress Discipline and she pulls out her phone and places a call.
“Hey, Death Trap. Quick question.”
Mistress Discipline blearily stumbles towards her bathroom and nods at an anxious teen. Sarah looks close to tears and almost ready to reach out to the wrestler but doesn’t.
Mistress pushes the bathroom door open and gazes inside. She blinks.
“Oh. My. Words. Multiple words. Dear Dewey decimal system. What in the greater American Library System happened here?”
Mistress Discipline blinks several more times. A distant door slams shut but Mistress Discipline doesn’t notice. She rubs her eyes and looks at the room again.
“It is actually worse now. What in the good fiction books happened to my bathroom? What sort of monster did this?”
Chaos stops between her friend and her adopted teen.
“Ok. I’m here. What’s the emergency?”
Mistress Discipline rotates to her friend and manager.
“Look at this!” She gestures to what was her resting room.
Chaos looks at the carnage. She looks at her cowering teenage daughter and then back at the monstrosity of a room. Then back at Sarah. She looks her best friend in the eye.
“Death Trap did it.”
“WHAT!?”
Chaos nods. “Death Trap did it. He’s been on a bit of a losing streak and I think it’s affecting his life.”
Within the remains of the room something stirs. A little shuffling sound is ignored by those outside the room. Mistress looks at the ceiling but it, mercifully, is untouched.
“Of course it will affect his life, but why in the ever loving world would that cause the utter and total disrespect of my bathroom? How could any sane human being think that this is acceptable?”
“Men are complicated. They have needs.”
They look at the formerly well organized room as a small nose and whiskers poke into view.
“How could any sane human being think that this is acceptable? And I thought his training was going really well.”
Chaos glares at her daughter as a rat’s head and then body emerges.
“I thought the training was going well too. But setbacks happen. I’m sure we can fix this.” Chaos pats her daughter on the shoulder. “We WILL clean this up.”
“The bathroom, sure, but I remain concerned about the root cause of this issue. I will not limit my involvement to treating symptoms.”
Chaos whips her head to her friend.
“Your husband loves you and I know you’re still his biggest fan. Don’t make this bigger than it needs to be. You don’t need to confront him about this. I wouldn’t even mention it. This can be the Unmentionable Event.”
The rat ambles over to a tiny bowler hat and starts fussing with it in his tiny paws.
“This needs to be addressed.”
“No. No, I’m sure Sarah and I can clean this up in no time. No need to talk to Death Trap about what he clearly did.”
The rat, now wearing the bowler hat, exits the bathroom and shakes off.
“I think we are well past talking. This space fails even a rat. I refuse to live in a place that could never live up to a rat’s nest. I need to take action to prevent this in the future. I need to send a strong message.”
The rat walked closer to Sarah, who picked him up for a hug.
“Wut?”
Mistress nodded to herself.
“I know my beloved, sweet, kind hearted husband would never have been in such a clearly disturbed headspace if it was not for that recent loss.”
Chaos blinked several times.
“He’s been in a large number recently, can you be more specific? This isn’t about the Sticky situation is it?”
“No. This goes back to Foxylicious!”
“Who? Wait. Are you talking about the vapid caricature of a woman with fake boobs?”
Mistress thinks a moment.
“When was that? No, Foxy-boo, the current X*Crown holder. What has occurred to my bathroom here today is clearly HIS fault.”
“Oh. Ooohhh. No. Na-no. Nope. This is what we call a bad idea. Absolutely not. You’re better off having a long conversation about how Bloodied Fox injured Death Trap. You know. Listen to all the bleeding and complaining he’s done recently.”
“Nonsense! I cannot take this anymore. Foxy-locks has clearly taken up too much space in Death Trap’s head. He can only be a distraction and must be removed. I will not share. I know Death Trap travels for work but when he’s home he should be HERE. I will stop that miscreant from ruining my marriage and more specifically my living situation. By force when needed.”
Chaos pushes both arms out in placation.
“Ok. I think we should walk this back a little. I changed my mind. Death Trap did not do this to your bathroom.”
“I will not play second fiddle to a man who is not even trying to be in his head. Foxy has moved on from that fight but Death Trap is still fighting it. Every fight is a new opponent but all the others he just faced are still there. I refuse to be ignored in favor of a man who wants no favor.”
Chaos places an arm on Mistress’s shoulder.
“Gunna be honest, I felt the same way when you started your tag team but there’s plenty of space in Death Trap’s head and your heart. As your manager, I think we can discuss some other options.”
Mistress turns her shoulders to face Chaos.
“As my manager, you will book me to face that two faced son of an impolite woman, who clearly failed to get him the love a boy needs.”
“Don’t go Freud on me, Fox is his own person and not his mother’s fault. He’s already stabbed a CAR crew member and, I’ll remind you, you ARE CAR crew. Please don’t do this.”
They stare at each other.
“I want that match.”
“How about a gimmick match? How about a nice game of chess?”
“No. I want Fox to know my emotional pain but he is clearly incapable of processing emotions given his current drama. So I want to express my emotions in a way even a toddler will understand. With my fists. I will spank him like his mother should have. I will slap the violence out of him and end this drama!”
Chaos drops her arms and shakes her head.
“I don’t think earning the X*Crown is drama free and I think it important to circle back to the fact that he earned the X*Crown. You haven’t had a match in months but you’re gunna jump in with the top dog?”
“I thought he was a fox? Regardless, this match is about my bathroom and what it represents. I fail to give a damn about his fashion accessory. I will make my own belt from Fox’s pelt! Book the match Chaos!”
More Recently:
Dr. Chaos finds Mistress Discipline repeatedly hitting a punching bag.
“Mistress, I’ve finalized your schedule.”
Mistress Discipline pauses mid slap and turns to her friend.
“The fiendish Fox filet? The mocks a Fox match? The Fox and the Hound match?"
“I’m gonna stop you there. If anyone compares you to a female dog, it won’t be kind. And this is a Disney match. Hopefully, the former slash future CIA operatives working for The Mouse take all the man’s knives… I’m bringing my med kit with me.”
Mistress Discipline took a moment to consider.
“Security will likely be interested in your dart gun.”
“If I bring it fully assembled, yea. This ain’t my first rodeo and, more conveniently, they posted his weight so I can get the correct drug amount ready to go.”
Mistress Discipline shook her head.
“I will walk into that ring to fight him one on one. I am not asking you to fight my battles. Specifically, I want to fight this battle. Clearly, I need to fight for Death Trap’s attention in a more physical way.”
“You knew he traveled when you chased him. His schedule is busy and you know that.’
“Yes, but when he is here I expect all of him to be here with me,”
“The bits he’s been leaving at the hospital will grow back. Don’t follow his path. This ain’t a healthy way to lose weight.”
“I will not stop hounding Fox until I hold him down and show him my frustration. Until he feels it and knows it. I refuse to be limited to cameos in someone else’s work and the only way to ensure that is to be active. I am active now. I will be active in that ring and I will chase Bloodied Fox until he is the bloodied Fox.”
“Ok but-“
“No. No butts, no change of plans. This is happening. My bags are packed.”
Chaos stares at Mistress Discipline and she pulls out her phone and places a call.
“Hey, Death Trap. Quick question.”
