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Part Eight

Mercurio glanced down at his third drink of the evening, and smiled at his glass despite himself. Amber and he had arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early, coyly complimenting each other on their mutual punctuality as they headed inside. Both of them understand quite well what this occurrence meant, however, as it was as clear a sign as any that the two were eager to meet up again. 

They were guided to their sights by a perky antelope, who had apologized for not having any seats available at the bar and said that she hoped that the booth would suffice. The couple was more than happy to tell her that a booth was great; Mercurio was particularly pleased about the relative privacy that the booth allotted them. Curtains were drawn across the front of the booth, making it quite difficult for sound to pass through them, thus keeping their conversation completely to themselves. 

Within a few minutes, they were served their order, and Mercurio was particularly pleased by the sourness of the blackberry vodka he had decided on. He could feel the liquid warming him up from the inside as he drank, and within a few minutes he could already feel himself feeling loose. Amber, appearing no stranger to consuming copious amounts of booze herself, was already on her fifth drink and she appeared no worse for wear. Mercurio already knew that she could easily out drink him, and he wisely decided on not challenging her on such a basis on their second date. 

“Sooo…”

Mercurio slurred out, pretending to be more inebriated than he actually was. He met Amber’s eyes, which narrowed suspiciously in response to his drawn out word. 

“Don’t tell me you’re drunk.”

“No?”

“Really?” she prompted.

“I’m tipsy…”

“Ok.”

Mercurio grimaced, finding that the more Amber drank the more teasing appeared to pour out of her muzzle. The goat continued undeterred, although he could already feel his cheeks beginning to redden as he broached the topic. He hoped that the dim lighting in combination with the alcohol would hide his crimson pallor. 

“So, I don’t want to make this a drinking game because I’ll lose… But, you wanna swap secrets? I’ll even go first.”

Amber’s eyes sparkled as his words registered, and she nodded eagerly. Her whiskers bobbed as she executed this movement, and Mercurio found it difficult to formulate what he was about to say next after that.

She’s so cute…

“Okay, uhhh… Oh! I’ve got one.”

He leaned in conspiratorially, his horns coming more into view while his lips moved a few inches above the straw in his glass.

“I totally had my fair share of accidents when I was little… And a few times as a teenager, but those were only at night.”

Amber nodded in understanding, a grand gesture that made it appear as if she had already guessed at this fact herself. The goat gave her a look, tilting his head as the corner of his lip turned up.

“You… Already figured that out?”

“I mean, it’s not that uncommon. I know reptilian species have a particular propensity for that kind of thing, but anyone can struggle with incontinence. Plus, now it turns you on.”

“And now it turns me on.”

Mercurio replied slowly and emphatically, smiling as he felt his cheeks beginning to burn in earnest. Amber did not appear one bit flustered, and the way with which she uttered her words so matter-of-factly made him feel quite small in the moment. Nothing weird or off-putting about it, just something that she knew about him and even found very attractive. He continued on, trying to remain undeterred as he described further. 

“Yeah, I used to wear diapers to bed until I was six or seven, and then GoodNites a few times as a teenager. I never went to that many sleepovers as a result of that, you might understand.”

“Right, right.”

“Okay, your turn.”

Amber considered for a moment, glancing down at her own drink and appearing a little shy for the first time Mercurio had seen. Naturally, a shy otter is quite an adorable sight, and the goat was beginning to worry that he would start bleeding from the nose if she continued to maintain such a sweet composure. Eventually, she spoke up, meeting his gaze once more. 

“It’s not that embarrassing, but I get super worked up with dry humping. Like, okay, sometimes I’ll dry hump my couch for a pillow for hours when I’m off work. I get mad frustrated.”

Mercurio leaned forward, a mischievous look appearing on his muzzle as he arched an eyebrow, speaking in as low a voice as he could muster. 

“What about humping diapers on cute goat butts?”

Amber flushed, she smiled but breathed heavily as she stole a glance at him before looking down once more. She was twisting her paws in her lap, appearing a little frustrated at the moment as well. 

“Well, since you offered so nicely I don’t I could possibly say no to an opportunity like that.”

Mercurio leaned back, appearing quite pleased with himself as he lifted his drink to his lips, maintaining eye contact as he took a delicate sip. Amber spoke up quickly, appearing as embarrassed as Mercurio had about his own admission to wetting himself well into his adolescence. 

“Okay now you.”

“Uhhh…”

Mercurio hesitated, then continued in a rush as if he had been wanting to get something off of his chest for a very long time. 

“I really, really like it when I’m grabbed by the horns. Like, as a way to hold on or pull me around, whatever. Horn tugging is a major turn on.”

“Like this?”

Without any other warning other than her query, Amber reached over the table with a paw and grasped his horn. Mercurio’s eyes went wide as she did so, and he felt himself before pulling forward and down towards his glass, while Amber enjoyed him on.

“Go on, drink up kiddo.”

Blushing furiously, Mercurio complied, his sense highly attuned to the sensation of being held down by his horn. It was turning him, and he had little choice other than to obey her order. He sucked at his drink, savoring the flavor on his tongue as he felt himself growing more and more flustered by the moment. Amber was stronger than he; even her arm muscles were more robust than those in his neck. When she had him by the horns, he really could do little else than move in the direction she willed him too.

“Another round?”

The curtains had been drawn, revealing the antelope standing expectantly right in front of the two. Amber kept her paw on his horn, appearing to take this new occurrence in stride as she nodded promptly. 

“Yes please, same thing.”

“Right away!”

The antelope chirped, and withdrew without another word. After Mercurio finished his drink, Amber let go of his horn and met his sheepish expression with a prim smile. 

“She… Uh… Seemed to be okay with what she was seeing.”

“Who wouldn’t be? After all, you were just doing what you were told like a good boy.”

Mercurio let out a snort, but continued to feel embarrassed at what had just happened. He figured he would have a hard time meeting the eye of the waitress when she returned with their drinks. Not wanting to dwell on the situation any longer, lest his face turn into a ripe tomato, he prompted.

“Okay, you.”

“Hmmm…”

Amber toyed with her straw, using a paw pad to spin it round in circles as she thought. At one point she stopped, and then a devilish grin came over her muzzle that made Mercurio feel both excited and a little nervous. She spoke, her voice dripping with delight as she did so. 

“I like marking people. Scratches, tattoos, bites, nothing too nasty but enough to leave a little bit of a remnant to remember me by.”

The goat swallowed, his excitement shifting more towards nervousness as he considered this. He was not sure whether he would enjoy the full spectrum of what Amber was insinuating. However, having her sharp little otter teeth biting down on him did elicit a little something inside of him. Mercurio liked the fact that she was a predator species and that he was herbivorous. It was a pleasant dynamic, and despite Amber’s cuteness he had to remind himself occasionally that her feral cousins were known for being pretty vicious when it came to hunting down their fish. 

“Too much?”

Amber batted her eyelashes at him, adopting a cutesy pose as she gazed at him from across the table as the image of innocence. He chuckled, shaking his head and quickly adding his own two cents. 

“No, I like it. I don’t know if I could go full in on that but… Love bites… I’m a fan of love bites.”

Amber grinned eagerly, bouncing up and down in her seat as he finished speaking. Judging by her reaction, he could tell that she was already excited at the prospect. Not wanting to be outdone by his partner, he offered his own little secret that had been in the front of his mind since their little game had started.

“I… Uh… I really like being dommed by people that are physically smaller than me. Like, it totally gets me going and pushes the right embarrassment buttons.”

“Do they now? My oh my Ms. Otter, you’ll have to let me borrow him some time.”

The antelope had arrived with their new drinks just as Mercurio spoke, causing him to grow crimson for what must have been the fifth time that evening. The antelope did not appear at all flustered, and even smiled at him as she handed him his drink. He nodded gratefully, swallowing the lump in his throat as he accepted the glass and quickly averting his gaze. The antelope quipped once more, while exchanging cheeky grins with Amber as she spoke. 

“Do let me know if I can do anything else for you, looks like you have yourself a real cutie hun.”

“Oh, I’m well aware.”

Amber responded, and gave a little wave with her pinky finger as she picked up her glass and took a sip. Mercurio could feel his face burning, and wondered briefly whether he might have a circulation problem from just how much blood was rushing to his cheeks. He waited for Amber to continue. To his relief, she responded with one of her own secrets instead of dwelling on what had just transpired. 

“On the lighter side, I’m fond of black lipstick and darker colors for my nails. It’s kinky, and makes me feel like a boss ass bitch too.”

She grinned, looking just a little embarrassed. Mercurio wondered why this of all things was making her feel a little self-conscious, but figured it was likely something she did not share with too many people. He liked it.

“That’s hot.”

“You don’t say.”

“I do say.”

Mercurio said with finality, leaning forward and planting his fist on the table in a decisive manner, but not with force as he spoke up.

“I’ve worn a collar and leash in public!”

“Really?”

Amber pursed her lips, nodding in an approving manner but appearing sincerely surprised. She added. 

“Didn’t expect that from ‘Mr. Shy’ to be honest, how did that go?”

“Oh you know, I was totally embarrassed but really digging it. The fur who was my handler did a great job two, they were just forceful enough without making too big of a scene. It was at a parade too.”

“Pride?”

“Oh yeah, last June.”

“I was there too! Although, you probably would not have recognized me…”

“Oh?”

Amber rubbed her shoulder, appearing the most flustered she had all night. She looked over at him, smiling shyly and continuing in a softer voice. 

“I was going down in the fish tank float…”

“That was you!?”

Mercurio could recall the float well, as it was one of the bigger spectacles at the parade. There had been several otters inside, all of which had been engaged in multiple poses of making out and other more sultry activities. Everyone had wide eyes for it, as the otters were going down for minutes on end without needing to catch their breath above. There were several bubblers installed on the floor in case one of them needed to up their Oxygen, but they had been so intent on one another that none of the marine mammals had used them. 

“I think I broke my record for holding my breath too, not to mention how much I was working my muscles during… The uhhh… Spicier bits.”

Mercurio found that he had just developed a newfound respect for Amber, as the otters inside of the tank had appeared downright ferocious. He was about to tell her, but Amber beat him to the quick. 

“I’m also a huge fan of pet play by the way, especially being a handler.”

“Hold my leash?”

Mercurio grinned cheekily, and Amber laughed at his expression, her maw busting open as the mirth rocked her shoulders. 

“Wow, that was quick. Honestly didn't expect you to be so eager.”

Mercurio smirked, adding, “What can I say? I like being led around.”

“I guess I should have guessed as much from the horn holding fetish.”

Mercurio shrugged, before a question struck him which he posed. 

“Do you have any experience in handling?”

“Yes, I do. But, I think I won’t be sharing that with you tonight. It involves an ex-boyfriend I’d rather not talk about. I will tell you though that the silver lining to it is that I consider myself very experienced at what I do. You’ll be in good paws.”

“I believe it.”

Mercurio hesitated, glancing down at his drink and frowning momentarily before grinning once more.

“Whose turn is it?”

“You go.”

“Sure, uhhh…”

He thought about it, before a wicked grin spread across his muzzle. 

“I’ve got toys.”

“You’ve got toys?”

“I’ve got toys.”

“What kind of toys?” Amber asked. 

“All the toys.”

“Oh, all of them, naturally.”

“You’ll see. I’ll show you.”

“Come on, you could tell me about one toy…”

Mercurio thought for a moment, mulling over his collection before settling on one he figured that the otter would like a lot. 

“It’s a butt plug that responds to sound stimulation around you. So if you’re at a concern or moaning loudly, it pulses to the beat of the sound that it picks up.”

“No way! I didn’t even know they made those, was it expensive?”

“Not too much, but yeah they’re really fun if you’re at a concert that’s kink friendly. You can really feel the bass line with it. I'll tell you that much.”

Amber giggled, nodding and appearing satisfied that he had told her about one of his various not safe for work items. She appeared lost in thought for a moment, and Mercurio figured she was imagining what it would be like to have said butt plug inserted in herself. Out of the blue, she spoke up and caught the goat off guard with her statement. 

“I like getting shocked.”

Mercurio faltered, although he figured that he should not feel as surprised after hearing about the biting. He tilted his head, prosing.

“Like, electrical shocks?”

“It’s like, overstimulating. Getting my nervous system fried, that sort of thing.”

“Is it… Safe?”

Amber smirked, shaking her head no as if to indicate the level that she was into was definitely at least a little hazardous to her health. Mercurio was not sure what to say in response to this, remaining silent as to allow her to continue. 

“So like, there are ways to do it that are safe. But I really like the painful sensation, I’ve got shock prods adhered to my tits before and that was an amazing experience. Although, I don’t think I would necessarily do this sort of thing while in the water…”

The goat nodded seriously, taking a moment to take a big sip of his drink as he had been neglecting it due to his interest in the conversation. Amber did likewise, and after taking a breath after her drink added. 

“Okay, last one. You go.”

Mercurio thought about it, he was not sure what else there was to say. She knew about his diapers and infantilism kink obviously, the collar and leash, horn pulling, his thing for shorter people domming him. 

“PDA. I like getting groped, teased, made out with, even made fun of in front of other people.”

“Oh, so the antelope is in on this is she?”

Mercurio blushed again, shaking his head and grinning as he felt himself close to dissipating the tension of the situation with laughter. 

“No, that was an accident. But… Not a bad one…”

“I see.”

Amber reached for her purse, rifling through it for a moment before bringing out her wallet. Mercurio opened his mouth, about to protest that it was he who invited her out but she silenced him with a look. 

“No, let me treat you. You picked a really great venue for tonight and I thought your idea of a secret sharing game was a really great way to spend the evening. Allow me to reciprocate.”

Mercurio closed his mouth, trying not to think too much about how his friend Bruxon was right about her. Within a few minutes, the antelope arrived and was informed about the check. She got back a little bit later, and Amber paid the bill while Mercurio downed the remainder of his drink. 

“Your place?”

Amber asked, and Mercurio nodded his consent. As they stood up, Mercurio extended his forearm outwards towards her, which Amber accepted gracefully before they exited the restaurant. Mercurio could feel several pairs of eyes on him as they exited, and could not help but beam as they did so. He had quite the catch, he knew it, and did not mind at all that the world got to see just how pretty his girlfriend was.