Rodney "Roadkill" Peaches
as Big Daddy Bear
|Story by...|| Dianne Hackborn
|Directed by...|| Jordan Bauman
|Costumes by...|| Anja Bauman
|Photography by...|| Chris Maksymiak
Peaches stared into the mirror, surveying the image that stared back. Tonight was the night and, while Peaches couldn't help but wonder, there was no telling what the coming hours would bring. But the immediate instructions were clear: "From the moment I walk in your door, I want to see something I can be proud of, something I want. My pleasure should be the most important thing in your life, and your pleasure simply come from your continual ability to show me that. And I know you can show me."
Remembering fondly that last conversation, Peaches again focused on the mirror. One more earing placed through its hole, the last tuft of sleek fur smoothed back and whiskers straightened, and the proud image glowed back. Yes, Daddy would be pleased. Peaches's mind again wandered, to all the posibilities that the approaching night held. Would it be like the previous time? Their first time? Would this be the time that he... but no, even wondering about that made Peaches's heart pound in fear and anticipation. The future would be here soon enough.
And suddenly, the doorbell finally rang through the house, abruptly bringing that future to the present. With a jump of panic, flushed by excitement, Peaches scampered downstairs to confront desire...
Big Daddy Bear stepped up to the familiar house front, and confidently rang the door. He could almost the anxiety burrowing through the door, radiating from inside where he would soon be. A smile played across his muzzle at the thought, quickly growing as he heard the quick approach of his reason for being here. But that smile disappeared sharply as he heard the door begin to unlatch. There would be time enough for that later; for now, it was business.
The door opened, and Peaches quickly moved back as his Daddy entered the room. From his right paw there already dangled a deerskin flogger, causing Peaches to involuntarily gasp as anticipatory butterflies washed through his body. Immediately noting the direction of Peaches's stare, Daddy gave a slight disapproving frown as he causually leaned up against the wall. Peaches quickly lowered his eyes to the floor, saying quietly, "I'm sorry for looking up, Sir; is there anything I can get you?"
"No. And we'll deal with that little indiscretion later." Big Daddy Bear looked down at the trembling Peaches, smiling slightly at the thought of what Peaches's imprudent examination of him would cost. He slowly moved over to a chair and sat down, letting his presence grow to fill the room.
"But for now, Peaches..." Big Daddy waited, looking down at his boot. After a pause that seemed, to Peaches, to last all night, Big Daddy released a soft sigh of exasperation. "Peaches, isn't there something you're forgetting?"
The small form trembled below Big Daddy's stare, slowing realizing he had forgotten something, and with growing fear finding he couldn't think of what that could have been... except for... Oh No! In a flash, Peaches had moved from his position in front, to the floor at Big Daddy's feet. Quickly giving each boot a kiss, he proceeded to appologize as he trembled in fear. "I'm so sorry, Sir, please please I promise I'll never again forget to properly greet you!"
With a soft snort, Big Daddy softly replied, "Didn't you say you'd never forget just last time you forgot?"
"Yes Sir, I know Sir, but I promise that I'll never forget again." Peaches's gaze remained glued to the feet below him.
"And I know you promised me the same thing last time. No, Peaches, I think it's time you gave me a bit more than that. Don't you?"
Knowing what he must do, Peaches slowly opened his mouth and began to pay his dues to Big Daddy's boots.
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