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Ch.11

**

Dal snorted. The riding crop slapped across his dappled rump with a heavy "Thwack!" The equine moaned and tried to bury himself deeper, but the huge horse collar and harness were holding him back. He cursed loudly, straining. Rick chuckled.

Who knew that sweet kindhearted Dal could be, well, so Kinky? Hell, who would have thought I would be.... Rick chuckled to himself. His "Training" for Dal was to get him worked up. Get him within sight of what he wanted (to bury himself as deeply as possible into Rick) but to deny it to him as long as possible. It allowed Dal to find his limits on his personality in ways the two never thought possible.

"Ah! That's not what I taught you horse brain. Ask nicely...."

Dal rumbled and strained at his harness.....his ears pitched down.

"Please."

"Nicer?"

Dal's ears cocked forward. He held his head high.

"Please?"

"Good, now as if I was a bad student..."

Dal scowled....

"Come here!"

Rick chuckled. "And if I was a slovenly player in your orchestra?"

Dal's ears went back, the whites of his eyes shone....

"Get that spotted ass over here now!"

Rick grinned and let Dal loose......he was roughly impaled. Both Dal and he sighed with contentment.

**

"There has got to be a better way." Dal chuckled. Rick's ears went back. "Well you could....." Dal hugged him tightly. "No I mean about the laundry. This..." Dal's thick arm took in the huge pile of cum stained sheets."

"We could get plastic sheets." Rick chuckled putting some pillow cases and towels in a sealed bag trying not to get the copious fluids onto him.

Dal wrinkled his nose. "Nah, I'd feel like I was a child trying not to wet the bed."

There was only a few days left in the semester. Rick had made his final performance, solo transcriptions of Bach. Dal had attended and had been amazed at Rick's skill. The winners of the composition contest had been announced. Rick's piece came in second. Dr. Carson gave him an "A" anyway. The graduation ceremony was all that was left, tomorrow.

Dal would be meeting Rick's parents. Finally.

They had decided to wait a while. Dal's parents were very simple and straightforward. Rick's parents, well.... as Rick would say "You'll see."

Rick took the laundry while Dal re-made their bed. Dal curled up awaiting the canine. He didn't have to wait long.

**

Rick climbed into bed next to his lover and laid his muzzle on the thick equine chest.

"Dal? What if my parents don't like you?" Dal began his rhythmic scritching of his lover's neck.

"Huh, I hadn't thought of that." Rick sighed. All the witty banter on the phone before was just that. His parents were about as hot on their kids finding proper mates and having kids, but in different ways. His dad had joked about the sex his son might have with Dal, but that didn't mean he'd be thrilled with an equine as an in-law.

"Why wouldn't they like me?" Dal asked lowly.

Rick sighed. "Remember those people at 'Dine?' He could feel Dal nod. "Well, he's a lot like them...."

"Wait......Rick.....isn't your dad human?" Dal remembered not to stop the neck massage.

"Yes...but well....he was hoping I'd find a nice canine, or human.....he joked about you, but well, who knows if he's serious, and mom, well, mom's mom."

"You mean to tell me the human and canine parents of a hybrid canine would frown if their hybrid canine son found an equine for a lover!?"

Rick sighed.

"Yes. That's just what I'm saying."

**

Dalten's mind froze. Ok, concentrate. This is important."Well.....I think how I would react would depend on how you reacted? I can't say I'd take an icy reception gladly. Outright hostility is hard to deal with. I'll be on my best behavior. f they wanted nothing more to do with you, well you know I'll always be here."

Rick sighed. "I know, I just don't want you hurt by them."

Dal sighed as well. "Take it one day at a time."

The only problem was, they'd be in town tomorrow for graduation.

**

The Friday dawned bright and clear. Summer was on it's way, and Dal could smell the grass and flowers outside his window easily. He stretched. Noises came from the kitchen. He familiar drool spot on his chest was matted dry. Rick must have gotten up early.

Dal stood up and grabbed a pair of jeans, slipping them on. He yawned hugely and stepped out into the living room.

And stopped.

These must be Rick's parents. They're here awfully early.

The man was seated on his couch, his head bald, his eyes a deep brown, a light paunch at his gut. He wore a navy suit. Rick's mom looked over at Dal with an unreadable mask. Her eyes shone for a moment and flicked down. Dal realized she'd taken in the paw mark.

Uh oh.

"Um, excuse me, I didn't expect you so, ah, early."

"I can see that." The female dalmatian said.

"I'll be, ah, right back."

Dal calmly turned and walked slowly to his bedroom. He gently closed the door. He shoved his fist into his muzzle and bit down.

OH crap....crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap

Dalten slowly took huge lungfuls of air. The "training" with Rick was actually helping, as unorthodox as it was, he summoned the Maestro.

Right. I'm in control. This is MY house. MY Mate.

Dal slowly dressed. He picked the double breasted suit. It was what he was going to wear tonight anyway. Why not use it now? He'd be leaving by train in the morning for the last two days of full performance practices. He'd given the orchestra and choir the night off since they'd made such progress.

Dalten didn't have the hour or two needed to braid his mane and tail, but he did comb them until they shone. He took a deep breath, opened the bedroom door, and stepped out.

**

"He was half naked son!" Rick's father hissed loudly.

"Well it IS his house..." Rick responded just as loudly.

"And what was that mark on his chest?" Rick's mom looked very concerned.

"Sorry about that, Mr Wells, Mrs. Wells." Dalton walked out. Rick tried not to stare. He'd seen the "maestro" as they had role played a few times, but never in person. He hoped Dal knew what he was doing.

Agustus did a double take. So did Kendra, Rick's mom.

"I'm so used to being informal here, I didn't realize we had guests. Welcome." He reached one hand out to Augustus. He had to take it or loose face. He took the proffered hand.

"Thanks, Rick has been telling us a lot about you. He told us about you some months back, but we had no idea...."

Dal smirked confidently. "How serious things had become? I understand." Rick's eyes boggled. Dalten dragged over one of the practice stools and sat it directly in front of the couch and sat. Even sitting he dwarfed the two parents.

"I doubt Rick didn't mean to mislead you about us Mr. Wells, Mrs. Wells, but he has been busy, and as a student of mine, I am a mean task master. Did you hear his composition came in second in the competition?"

Agustus opened and closed his mouth several times....

"No...."

"Well he did. And he has a very good job working at 'Dine' here in town every weekend. I'd say his income is almost on par with mine now."

"I see..."

**

Rick tried not to smile. He'd seen Dal do this during the one practice he'd attended. He took the high ground, and made point after logical point. He wore people down until they had no choice but to agree or leave.

"What about that mark on your chest?" Kendra snapped. He could see the look in her eyes"

easy Dal......don't take the bait.

**

Dal feigned disinterest for a second. Then smiled broadly. "Oh the mating mark? Yes. What about it?"

"Well....who does it belong to?" Kendra stammered.

"Who do you think it belongs to?" Dalten leaned back crossing his legs. She spluttered for a second.

"If it means that much to you, check your son's shoulder. I think you'd find something interesting there."

Kendra stood up and stalked over to Rick. She roughly grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it aside. The horse-shoe mark stood in stark contrast to his white and black fur. Ricks ears were back, his tail between his legs.

"What?"

Dalten stood up.

"Listen, Mr. Wells, Kendra, I don't know why, I don't know how, but your son and I have been marked. You both know what that means as well as I do."

Agustus looked like he was doing a champion imitation of a fish.

"Son...is this true?"

Rick gulped. "Yes sir."

"Wh - when?"

About a month ago.

"This is absurd! You are NOT going to mate with some....draft animal!" Kendra all but screamed. Thumping from Mrs Jacobson sounded in the room.

"Please, Madam, calm yourself. My neighbors don't like noise, this is a quiet and respectable establishment." Dalten's look was dead serious.

"Sit down Madam, or you will be no longer welcome here."

Silently Kendra sat down.

Rick stared. He'd never seen his parents so cowed before.

Dalten got up and walked over to Rick and took his paw into his hand. "Augstus, Kendra, we're mated. What is done cannot be undone. You know as well as I do that only death will separate us, and not just the death of one."

Both gulped and nodded.

"Rick has told me of some of your, prejudices. Please. Lets talk. What are your concerns?"

**

The discussion, such as it was, went all morning. They were sure Dalten had seduced their son. They weren't aware that it almost went the other way around. They were concerned that Dalten was going to take over the boy's personality and take him away from him.

With withering logic Dalten wore them down. Hour after hour he would counterpoint some argument with equal negative logic. Rick made tea, and sandwiches. All four ate as they argued the fine points.

"Now what about his future Dalten? I doubt you just want a house-boy?" Agustus fumed looking down at the expensive grand piano.

"Hardly." Dalten cleaned one of his thick black nails nonchalantly.

"So what is he to do?" Dalten shrugged. "Rick?"

Rick padded over from the couch to his father. "I'm enrolling in a masters degree course on music history and composition.

Agustus frowned. "Do you realize how expensive that is?"

"Yes dad, and I'm on full scholarship. The first three winners of the competition get a free ride, I made second place."

"Oh. But what about room and board?" Agustus rallied.

"I have a job dad." Rick pinched his nose. He felt warmth in his marking from Dal. He smiled over at the equine. "It's more than enough to pay for this apartment by itself. Here...."

He handed over the last three pay stubs.

"Oh."

Silence descended for the first time.

"Mr. Mrs. Wells, I understand your concerns, but if we don't leave soon, Rick won't make his ceremony."

Agustus nodded as did his wife. They weren't happy, but they weren't objecting.

**

The ceremony passed dully. There was a speech from some politician. The students got their diplomas. Rick was called out for Exemplary Grades and Outstanding Musicianship awards. His parents cheered as did Dalten. Rick found the three of them after retrieving his hat when it was over.

"So.....Dad....Mom....thanks!" Both parents beamed at their son and gave him deep hugs. "Dal, thanks" Rick hugged him hugely, the equine rested his head for a moment on the canine head and sighed. "You're welcome" he rumbled in his deep bass.

Rick's parent's looked strained. "Well we won't keep you two. We'll see you later, and Rick honey, we do need to talk more." Kendra said.

"Mr. Taylor, I won't say it was a pleasure to meet you, but thank you for your hospitality." Dal shrugged of the insult and lightly bowed. Kendra was silent as they left. Dal and Rick turned to head back to the apartment.

Dal leaned down. "Are they out of sight yet?" Rick glanced back. "Yes."

Rick took the double breasted jacked off quickly, and ripped his tie off. His shirt was drenched in hose sweat and foam.

"I need a drink."

**

Rick and Dal walked up to Bertrand who smiled and allowed them to enter the VIP section. Dal's coat was taken. "Would sir like to freshen up?" The coat attendant, a minx asked lightly. "Please. See you inside Rick."

Dal was shown to the men's washroom. He shucked his shirt off and handed it to the attendant. It was placed on a hanger. A similar shirt was handed back to him, a loaner for the evening. He washed his mane and coat as much as he could, paid a huge tip for some cologne to mask his equine scent, tipped the attendant, and left.

Rick was seated with Chas and William. Dal raised his eye at that.

"Ah! Dalten!" Rick purred, moving over so that Rick could make room next to him. "Rick was just telling us about your day, Charles!

Charles, the burly bear who seemed to be a personal attendant for Chas and William came over. Dalten found a glass of his favorite Chardonnay in front of him. Rick already had a red wine. Dalten sighed as he took a sip. "It was rough."

"Ah but a masterful performance I understand. Rick was telling me how you pulled off le Maestro." Dal tried not to spill any wine. That would be a sin. He eyes Rick.

Rick laughed. "I was telling him how you learned to harness your inner musician to take control of the orchestra." Dal heaved a huge sigh at what was not said He didn't explain HOW we came up Maestro. Hoo....thank goodness...

William rumbled. "I find interactions with my own, ah, parents, difficult." Dal raised his eyes at that. The bull must be taking language lessons. "Tell me about it!"

Chas smiled. "My own parents are fine, but my brother has problems with William. Williams parents don't like me, and well, my nephews idolize him." William shrugged.

"So I understand you are off to final rehearsals tomorrow yesno?" Chas asked. Dal nodded. "I will miss having our main entertainment this week and next, but understand you want him with you."

"Ah!" Dalten exclaimed. "You didn't think I'd forget did you?"

"Forget what?" Chas blinked caught off guard..

Dalten reached into his pocket and handed two tickets to the feline and bull. "Center row, front. Near the ministers section.

Chas looked absolutely flummoxed. The bull grinned.

Dalten laughed. "What didn't think I could pull it off?"

Chas nodded for a fraction of a second "I mean no. Of course not! Dalten Taylor is a man of his word!