House Training

She should have known as soon as she eyed the leash in the pet store that she just happened to wander into to escape the rain, that she was completely doomed.

A voice in her head that sounded an awful lot like Yuri giggled and helpfully supplied the image of Momo on his hands and knees, staring up at her hopefully, collared and leashed, and “SUMIRE! WELCOME HOME!”

Insert the pounce and the drowning affection as he would nuzzle his face into her neck and she really needed to train him out of it.

The strong kiss that shocked her out of her mental conversation wasn’t part of the training ritual.

The tongue included as her “pet” pressed his full weight into her most definitely wasn’t, but you wouldn’t hear her complain as her body took over and gave in.

There were just some things that house training couldn’t break.

Momo’s sexuality was apparently one of them….