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8. Zoe's Fetishizing World: Dad's

7. Changing Mom

6. Zoe's Fetish

5. Zoe

4. Out in the Town

3. Jon sleeps on it.

2. A wish for something interesti

1. You Are What You Wish

Zoe's Fetishizing World: Dad's present

on 2020-03-05 14:28:26
Episode last modified by MrScade on 2020-03-06 06:49:57

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As Zoe closed the door to her room, she heard a car pull up outside her window. She leaned over, seeing Dad's van go dark. With a shrug, she went back to her computer and put on her headphones. A click and a tap, and Cradle of Filth drowned the world.

While she wanted to keep looking at the fetish sites from before, dinner had mellowed her out a little. Instead, she booted up MSN Messenger and while that loaded she went online to find something, anything, remotely interesting.

"Hey," Athena, Zoe's best friend and often times guides in things supernatural popped on screen. "Wondered when you'd come online."

"Mom's been a pain in the ass," She typed.

"Parents, right. LOL."

"Yeah."

"So, wanna play something?"

To be honest, Zoe didn't exactly enjoy playing games. But Athena had a knack for finding some weird and, honestly, interesting stuff that she wasn't too against playing. For short periods of time, that was. And in secret.

"What have you got?" A new song started playing. Energetic, melancholic, guttural and full of emotion.

A link came up, followed by: "Check it out. It is weird."

"Of course it is," Zoe muttered to herself. Athena only ever found weird stuff. Some of it was kind of tame, like Undying, other times it was like someone's consciousness had been dragged to hell before manifesting in a Flash game. A website came up, dark, with animated objects moving on the screen. Two long vertical banners on either side; one advertising Runescape, the other some porn site. A low sound started playing through the song The Byronic Man as the little dark window presented VHS-like static. Curious, Zoe muted her music only to suddenly hear steps behind her.

She turned, seeing her dad approaching from behind. She wasn't proud of the shriek.

"Oh, sorry," Her dad said, abashed, hands behind his back. "I knocked and knocked and, well..."

Zoe frowned. Couldn't anyone just leave her alone today? "Hi... so..?"

Unlike her mom, at least he knocked. At least he, you know, gave her some space. Usually, though, he would wait until she came out unless it was important. "What is it?"

Her dad sighed, but the smile hidden within the lumberjack beard didn't falter. He shifted, bringing his arms forward.

"Oh my goddess!" Zoe stood up, nearly tripping as she ran forward.

"Thought you'd like it," Dad said, laughing.

"OMG. Of course! I... gosh, where did you get it?" Zoe smelled the jacket. It smelled good, new, raw, even. Like the spirit of whatever animal had given up its skin to make it still lived on through style. Just holding it made her feel like electricity was going up her arms and nestling somewhere between her legs. It was so perfect. And hot!

"A client came on with a collection of all sorts of stuff you'd love, Zoe. Would've loved for you to see some of it. Guy even had some authentic folkloric runes... or hopefully they are. Cost me enough. Appraiser should-- anyway. I saw this jacket and I just couldn't let it go to the shop so..."

Zoe turned to her dad. "B-but what about the profit?"

He shrugged. "This..." He laughed, pointing at the young girl dressed in black gushing like a princess. "Is much more valuable."

Zoe punched him on the shoulder. "You cannot tell anyone!" She laughed.

"Oh, oh. Okay! I see the jacket is already making you all the tougher."

Zoe turned the jacket in her hands. On the back, there was a curious line of symbols, like Scandinavian runes, that outlined the face of a wolf. Studded along the shoulders, all black but for a bit of red along the cuffs and a diagonal slash going from right shoulder to left hip. She turned to her dad, who nodded. Quickly, Zoe took off her Marilyn Manson t-shirt and put on the creaking leather. It felt heavy, and right. It was a little big on her, but she would grow into it. The smell, the feel, it made her feel so... just tough. Not physically tough, but like she could now deal with a lot of shit thrown her way. Not only that but just putting it on had been electric. Exciting. Sexy, even.

"Say," Her dad interjected. "You seen your mom?"

Zoe looked up, frowning. "She was downstairs just a moment ago. With Mickey."

He rubbed his chin. "Hmm... maybe they went for a walk. Or... anyhow. I'll go and find her."

"That makes sense. You know how Mickey likes being taken out on walkies. He's like a puppy, he is."

Dad chuckled at that and then, silently, he closed the door behind himself and left Zoe feeling like the luckiest daughter in the world.

"He's the best dad, man. If only he would dress me up in more hot stuff like this," Zoe said, running her hands over her leather-clad chest. She sighed, then shook her head. "Okay, okay. Getting carried away. I am just saying weird things now."

She turned, seeing the computer had activated the screen saver. "Oh, right!" Zoe moved the mouse, and apologized to Athena for the delay.

"You wouldn't believe what dad just got me," She typed.




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