Blair Buys Yuri a Dog

Yuri sat alone in his room, sewing dolls. Despite popular belief, he couldn't perform voodoo with them; rather, he found the act of making them and their little clothes to be quite relaxing.

Particularly after Blair's last party, he needed it; he had been locked out of the apartment all night. He had fallen asleep outside their door, and had only gotten in when the last of the party goers were leaving. Still no apology from Blair, but hey--what else was new?

Sometimes, he wondered why he didn't just find a new place. Then he remembered that the dorm housing had already been paid for and he was pretty broke otherwise.

So he just sighed, tucked his hair behind his ear and continued sewing.

Blair knocked on Yuri's door. If this wouldn't get Yuri to move out, he had no idea what would.

"Open up, fag!" he insisted, grinning widely. The dog he had on a leash whined loudly. "I have a present for ya!"

Being a dick gave Blair pleasure in the sickest way possible, but it was all he could do to keep himself alive.

Yuri opened the door a crack, sighing deeply.

"What the hell do you want?" he asked. "If you're having another party, I'm staying here this time--you can deal with it. And if people see me walking around in my pink pajamas and think you're a faggot, well. Maybe you should just move out."

He adjusted his roomy pajama shirt, which was indeed pink.

"I got you a 'I'm sooo sorry' present," he replied, gesturing to the huge, floofy dog laying at his feet. The poor thing looked up at Yuri like 'help me please'.

He shoved the leash into Yuri's hand.

"Well, here you go, faggot; the only friend you'll ever make isn't even human."

Yuri glared at Blair, trying to think of a good comeback.

"At least I'll have a real friend, and not one who just wants me for money," he said finally, shutting the door. He stared at the leash in his hand; oops.

He opened the door again and let the dog inside, staring at it warily. He had never had even a pet fish before.

"Thanks, I guess. You didn't have to."

Blair just laughed obnoxiously.

"Now it's your problem! Oh, by the way, I'm not paying for it's stupid food," he snickered. "You're problem."

"When it starves, I'll leave the corpse on your bed," he said flatly, with no real plans to let such a thing happen. As much as the animal intimidated him, he couldn't just let an animal starve to death.

"I hope you know you wasted however much you bought this thing for. Not that you can even do the math."

"I got it free," he replied, shrugging. "Who even cares? It's your problem now. Whenever I have parties, you'll at least have someone to be with."

He laughed. He had actually wanted a dog again, but this was the only logical way to do it. He planned on buying it food and everything, but he just had to shove it onto Yuri beforehand.

"How lovely," he said, shrugging. "Now all my problems are solved--too bad there's nothing that'll solve the tiny penis problem you have, Blair."

The dog licked his hand, and he jumped.

"...Does this thing have a name?"

"Nope," he replied, silently hoping for a pretty, feminine girly name. It was, after all, a girl dog.

He frowned, staring at the massive thing. She panted happily, wagging her tail.

"...You look like a Daisy. Is it a girl? Either way, it can be Daisy."

"...y-yeah, whatever," Blair replied, liking that name quite a bit. "...she's your dog now, you deal with her."

"Whatever," said Yuri, shrugging. "...She can stay in the living room. Because she's my dog, and I say she can. I'd move your Mythbusters box set."

Blair glared at him, stalking into the living room to move everything the dog could possibly chew up or pee on. He was lucky that his stash of things he actually cared about was all carefully hidden away in his room. There was no way that dog was chewing on his expensive lingerie.

After hours of internet research and a few tentative games of fetch, Yuri grew to be quite fond of Daisy. Though food and toys for her would mysteriously appear outside the apartment door, he took care of her in all other respects--giving her baths, treats, and affection. Soon, it became a common occurrence for the two to jog around the block together in the afternoon.

But one day, as Yuri was sewing, he felt a wet nose nudge his side. He laughed and put down what he was doing to pet Daisy, being careful to avoid her spiked collar--unfortunately, he had had to involve her in the "Satanist" ruse as well.

"Hey girl, what are you doing?"

Wagging her tail, Daisy dropped what she had found into Yuri's lap, and he stared. It was a pair of pink, lacy panties.

"...Did you go into Blair's room?" he asked, just staring at them, unsure if it was sanitary to pick them up. Finally, he lifted the underwear by the corners; to his surprise, they seemed quite large. Blair's girlfriend was petite, and barely over 5'3.

He heard the front door being unlocked, quickly shoved the panties under some fabric.

"Behave," he said firmly to Daisy, walking into the hall to meet Blair.

Blair walked inside with groceries. He had had a rather hard night, and he wanted to make himself some cupcakes to cheer himself up. He hated drinking so much, his head ached...

He shoved the bags onto the kitchen counter.

"Blair, I know what you're doing," said Yuri, standing with arms crossed. "And if you throw another party, I'll tell people. I'll tell your girlfriend."

Blair frowned deeply. Which of his secrets did Yuri know he was hiding?

"Oh, you've found out about me," he said dryly. "I'm so scared. What, exactly, did you find out?"

"That you're cheating on your girlfriend," he said flatly. "The other chick's underwear was all over your room."

Blair couldn't help himself; he burst out laughing.

"What?!" he shouted, between his laughs. Of all the things Yuri 'found out' about him, it was something untrue.

Then, it hit him. He grabbed Yuri by his shirt.

"What did you find?! What were you doing in my room?!"

"Daisy got in there, because you left your door open, asshole," he replied, glaring defiantly. "There were panties, panties too big to be your girlfriend's--she's as small as I am. The ones we found would fit a big girl--or maybe another man. You still a faggot, Blair?"

Blair shoved Yuri against the wall.

"Don't you fucking dare!" he shouted angrily. "Fuck you, give me the fucking panties back!"