It's all in the name hun

She plants evidence all the time, and has yet to be caught because she uses her teleportation to slip in and out of rooms. She’ll teleport into Zoey’s room, steal a shirt, teleport to Mira’s room, mist it with some of Mira’s perfume, and teleport to her own room to make it all look like she never left her room.

She pulls along the strands of the Hoomoon to listen closely as Zoey goes to get something from Mira’s room (presumably a toy) and gasps when she sees the t shirt Rumi planted. When Zoey only mentions Mira’s name, without a single reference to hers, she knows it’s worked.

Zoey scolds Mira, who whines confusedly. And then she punishes her. Rumi listens with a hand shoved down her pants and excitement that her plan worked in her chest.

She does it again after that. And again. And again. Each time successful.

What’s Rumi’s goal in this?

There are two, to be completely honest.

(Well, beyond the immediate gratification of getting to listen to her lovers have sex.)

One of them is a more grounded goal, based in reality and not the play itself. She wants Mira to get to a point where she, just as you said in the ask, is Pavloved into becoming horny at the sight of those t-shirts.

Why? Because Rumi figured out that Mira hates them a while ago, but Rumi loves them and thinks they’re stupid but funny. She figures that if Mira won’t love the shirts the way her and Zoey do, then she can love them in a different way.

Plus, there’s the satisfaction of knowing that while Mira stares at each new, awful graphic tee in horror, there’s a growing pool of wetness forming in her underwear at the same time.

The second reason is more based in the play itself, and particularly the role Rumi plays when she’s involved outside of her own pet play.

The covetous bystander, who yearns to own Mira instead of Zoey. To take her from her in any way she can.

This is one such way. Rumi figures that if she can frame Mira without leaving any trace of her having done so, which subsequently leads to her getting punished unjustly each time, enough times, then Mira will become convinced that Zoey is a cruel owner who plants evidence herself in order to be allowed to punish Mira whenever she wants. When Mira finally has enough of her cruelty, she’ll come crawling, crying and whimpering in fear, to Rumi, who will scoop her up and promise her protection. Mira will then claim her as her new owner, and Rumi will be allowed to do her whatever she wants (and unlike Zoey, she’ll not her go so easily).

It’s a devilish plan. It’s an enticing plan.

And it’s one that starts to almost work a bit. At one point, Zoey finds a shirt, and groans out Mira’s name reproachingly. Mira manages to slip away and into Rumi’s room, which she’d accidentally left open a crack, before gently shutting it. She scuttles onto Rumi’s bed and hides underneath her sheets. Rumi doesn’t say a word, knowing silence must be their ally. Once she’s sure the coast is clear, she guides Mira into the bathroom attached to her bedroom, thus further hiding themselves from being caught.

As soon as the door clicks shut, she begins her direct approach. She starts off innocently enough, cooing at her about how mean Zoey must’ve been to her lately to make her hide from her like this. How she knows Zoey to be quite the sweet owner, but she supposes people sometimes change. Perhaps Zoey’s become the cruel owner she always swore not to be.

Mira whimpers and buries her face in Rumi’s throat, nuzzling against it. Rumi strokes the back of her head and hides a smirk. Now comes the next part.

(She knows it’s manipulation, but all three of them utilize manipulation all the time while playing. Mira is affectionate and sweet whenever she wants bonus rewards. Zoey lies to Mira all the time, especially on those walks of theirs, where Zoey tells Mira over and over again that she won’t drag her over to another alley, only to do it more times than either of them could count afterwards.)

“But I can be sweet to you,” she whispers softly, bending her neck forward. “I can be your sweet owner.” She bites down at the base of Mira’s throat, but not hard.

Mira lets out a set of distressed whines all the same. They’re quiet, though, a sign that as a much she’s resistant to the idea of trading owners, she doesn’t want Zoey to find her there and save her like normal. She squirms slightly, but not enough to indicate her actually attempting to escape.

Still, Rumi feels the need to check. She unlatches her jaw. “Color?” she whispers.

Mira halts her distressed whimpers long enough to whisper back, “Green.”

She takes her gently then. Gentler than she ever has before like this. She lays Mira flat on her back and slips inside her pussy slowly so as to not startle her. She thrusts at a leisurely pace. Mira doesn’t seem like she knows what to do with this situation. She squirms around and looks at her suspiciously.

It’s all a stark contrast to their normal play. Usually Rumi has Mira bent over on all fours and yowling in “fear” and “anguish”. She takes her at a brutal pace, calling her terrible, insulting nicknames and making her feel helpless to escape.

Rumi knows that the way she’s fucking Mira right now is close to how Zoey does it.

She knows that the way Zoey has been fucking her recently is closer to what Rumi normally fucks her like.

A true role reversal.

Mira pants when she comes. Her face nuzzles against Rumi’s neck again. It’s a major win for Rumi.

Before she leaves her room that night, they get Mira cleaned up so she doesnt look at all like she’s been in Rumi’s room having sex with her.

Zoey buys it, hook line and sinker. She gently scolds Mira for running off.

Rumi smirks; everything was going according to plan.

That cockiness is ultimately her downfall, though.

Zoey arrives home one day after having been out. Mira is napping sweetly on the couch. Rumi is in her room.

She hears Zoey drop something off in her own, and then, knowing the two of them were planning some pet play, slips in, grabs a shirt that was on the bed, and then drops it off in Mira’s room before returning to her own.

Zoey goes to retrieve something from Mira’s room again. She sees the shirt on the pillow, and sighs, shaking her head. Another punishment, then. As she grabs the shirt and looks it, though, she realizes something is very off.

The shirt Zoey is holding is one she just bought that day. Hell, it was in the pile of items she dumped on her bed when she got home.

There was no time at all for Mira to have done this. She hadn’t even moved from her spot on the couch since Zoey returned to it.

Mira couldn’t have done this. Which could only mean-

Zoey’s eyes widen, and her grip on the shirt tightens. All the different inconsistencies of the past thefts suddenly flood her mind, and the picture formed by them all together shows the true culprit.

Rumi.

She grits her teeth. That conniving little-

A whimper from behind her startles her, and she turns to see Mira on all fours in the doorways. Her eyes widen and she shrinks away in fear.

It makes her furious. Not at Mira, of course, but at Rumi.

It also makes her heart hurt.

She tosses the shirt aside and reaches out to her puppy. “C’mere. Come on.”

Mira hesitates, but slowly approaches apprehensively.

As soon as she’s within reach, Zoey crouches down and strokes her cheeks. “I’m sorry, puppy. I’ve been an awful, no good, rotten owner to you lately.”

Mira stares at her in surprise.

Zoey kisses her forehead. “I know it wasn’t you now, pretty girl. It was Rumi who did.”

Mira jolts and yips in surprise. Fury burns behind her eyes, and she begins growling.

Ah, so she has a bone to pick with her, too.

Before she can handle her, though, Zoey sighs. “And here I’ve been, barely inspecting the evidence before declaring your guilt, and punishing you when you’ve done nothing wrong.” She drops her gaze to the floor. “I wouldn’t blame you if you never forgave me, and wanted a new owner instead after this.” She frowns and hides her face.

But a nose nudges against it, and Zoey turns back, only to have her lips covered by Mira’s in a kiss. She closes her eyes and kisses back in relieved bliss. When she pulls back, she smiles, “After all that, you still wanna be my puppy?”

Mira pants and barks.

Zoey surges forward and kisses her again. She pressed closer and closer and then further on until Mira is lying on her back, legs spread wide open, tongue out happily. Zoey strips her down, and laps at the sweet pussy of her sweet puppy, until her puppy is begging for her.

They’re both squirming happily when she fucks her in their favorite position. Zoey can’t help but shower Mira’s throat in kisses. Saccharine nicknames fall from her lips as she takes her over and over again.

After they’ve finished, Zoey sits up. “C’mon. We have some comeuppance and punishments to hand out.” Mira follows her lead, but whines questioningly when she starts getting dressed. “You need to look the part of a scared puppy seeking shelter with her,” she grits her teeth, “new owner.” The words feel like acid in mouth.

Mira freezes. Zoey chuckles, “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice those little bruises on your stomach.” She rolled her eyes. “Even when she’s being gentle, she can’t help but be rough with you.” She smiles. “Now, come on. Let’s do this.”

Back in her room, Rumi wonders what’s taking Mira so long to arrive. At this point, usually, she’s already crawled into her room for her “comfort” and “claiming”.

Finally, the door creaks open, and Mira crawls inside, knocking the door closed afterwards.

Rumi smiles. “There’s my puppy!” She reaches out her arms. “Come here!” Her grin widens when Mira climbs onto her bed and snuggles up her. Rumi strokes her hair. “My poor puppy. Zoey’s being all mean to you again, isn’t she?”

Mira huffs in response.

Rumi scratches under chin. “It’s a good thing you’re not her puppy now, though, right puppy? Now that you’re all mine, you won’t ever have to worry about her being cruel to you again.” A bark. “My good puppy! My sweet puppy!”

Now that she has her, Rumi can do whatever she wants to her.

She slips out from underneath her. At Mira’s curious gaze, she tells her, “Get undressed. Now.” Her voice is firmer than before.

Mira obeys. Her pussy is already dripping wet by the time Rumi sees it.

She tries to lay on her back like Rumi’s had her lay the last few times they’ve had sex.

But Rumi wants her in her way. Not the way Zoey always spoiled this animal in.

So she flips Mira’s body over, causing her to yelp. She smirks, running her thumb along her wetness. “Ah, that’s better. The perfect position for my disobedient, slutty little puppy.”

Mira tries to squirm away, but Rumi holds her in place.

She shoves her own pants down halfway up her thighs, and tugs at the strands of the Honmoon to summon the Honstrap.

With little preamble, she pushes inside of Mira roughly.

It’s a return to form for Rumi, if not a little more enthusiastic than before.

Mira whines and yowls and cries out, but Rumi revels in her noises as always.

She insults her and teases her and bites and spanks her. She bemoans to her about how long it took for her to finally become Rumi’s. But it doesn’t matter now, because she’s Rumi’s now, and she will be forever and ever-

A hand closes around her throat. Not a collar. A hand.

She gasps. “Wh-“ The hand forces her face backwards.

Cold brown eyes stare down at her. “Rumi.”

“Z-Zoey…”

“Get off her.”

Rumi’s hackles rise. “N-no, she’s my-“

“No. She’s not.” Her hand squeezes her pretty little neck. Rumi gasps for breath. “She’s still mine. You tried to steal her from me, using your most devious tactics yet.”

Rumi shudders, caught. “B-b-“

“Pull out of her now, and I may just decide to be merciful.”

Rumi hesitates. This is everything she wanted, and now it’s about to be gone.

“Color?”

“Green.” She acquiesces, her head hung low enough to make Zoey adjust her grip.

As soon as she’s out, and the toy dissipated, she’s laying flat on the bed. “Wha-“

“I lied.” Zoey shrugs. “You’re not getting any mercy from me tonight, Ru.”

Two hands grip her thighs and pull them apart. Then they flip her onto her stomach. A toy bumps against her cunt and she gasps.

Zoey chuckles. “Go for it, puppy. It’s you who’s suffered the most at her hand, you get first dibs at her.”

As Mira pants and begins pushing inside her, Rumi cries out in pain and pleasure. The toy is massive.

“Alright, puppy, once you’re all the way in, don’t bother waiting.” Zoey smirks. “Unlike her.”

Rumi whimpers. “Please…let me…let me have-“ She isn’t sure what she’s asking for exactly. Maybe mercy.

Either way, Zoey interrupts her. “Oh, Ru, the only thing you’ll have tonight…” She shucks her own clothing off, and Rumi takes the chance to admire her partner’s physique. Her eyes widen when she sees the toy spring out of her pants, somehow even larger than the one inside of her.

Zoey getting a job doing some modeling work for an underwear company or something like that. She doesn’t do a lot of modeling work so she’s a little excited a little nervous.

She goes to the shoot and finds out there’s one other person who’s working as a model at the shoot, too. It’s a younger omega celebrity, fresh on the scene, maybe 20-21 years old, who she’s maybe heard about once or twice but never met. She figured it was just gonna be a solo shoot, but she’s already signed the contracts so there’s not a lot she can do. Besides, she has no reason to believe anything will go wrong. Zoey is mated, which means that most omegas are not nearly as attracted to her as they would be to an unmated alpha.

The girl is very sweet at first. She’s clearly a big fan of Zoey’s, and is excited to be working with her. Zoey is nice in return, of course. She gives her advice about doing the shoot and not feeling nervous in front of the camera.

When she goes home that night and greets her mates and daughters, she thinks nothing of it when she mentions the girl. Her mates seem a little jealous, but that’s just how they usually are when Zoey’s interacting with other omegas, and they’re hot like that, so Zoey’s not complaining.

The second day, though, things change. Suddenly the girl’s entire demeanor changes. She’s flirtier and more confident. She says things to Zoey that make her a little uncomfortable, but she figures that she’s just young and doesn’t understand what’s professional and what isn’t yet.

The first day was entirely solo shots, but the second day features a lot of duo shots. Every time the director has them stand or sit in a specific way, she always moves a little closer. When Zoey has a shot where she’s sitting and the girl is kneeling behind her, she drapes herself across Zoey’s back, even though the director only called for her to put a hand on Zoey’s shoulder. She keeps doing it with each pose, arguing that it would entice the audience more. The director, unfortunately, agrees, so they start posing them more intimately.

Zoey tries to protest, but the director insists that it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. After all, she is mated, and it’s just for a photoshoot. None of it is real. Zoey, who hates being a bother more than almost anything in the world, gives in and just allows them to keep posing them like that.

She thinks that the girl is just getting really close to her for the shoot and that she’ll completely change tones after they’re wrapped for the day, but the girl keeps touching her and getting way too close. She even drapes herself across Zoey’s back like in the photo from before, and almost touches her ear with her lips when she whispers something about, “Getting out of here together.”

Zoey practically throws her off. She reminds her (because of course this girl knows, she’s a fucking fan of Zoey’s) that she’s mated, and that she’s uninterested. The girl smirks and asks that if that’s true, then why does Zoey have a boner right now (Zoey doesn’t; her cock kinda just looks like that in her boxers because of the girth of it)? Zoey tries growling at her, but her growls have never been that intimidating, and it just makes the girl call her cute.

She tries to tell the director about it. The director, though, makes up excuses for the girl, saying that she’s a young omega and doesn’t know any better. She’s stupid and inexperienced and Zoey ought to give her some space, because she definitely had some not great moments when she was the girl’s age. And Zoey knows she did, but never anything like this. The only people she ever got this intimate with on the set of a photoshoot is her mates.

The director tells her to give it another day, and if it happens tomorrow, they’ll fire the girl. Zoey hesitates, but agrees.

She dreads going home that night, if only because she knows Rumi and Mira will know.

(Her mother knew her father cheated on her before she even really caught him in the act. There was one dead giveaway that sold him out instantly.

The smell.)

The elevator doors open to the penthouse and her daughters rush over to greet her. She kisses her daughters on the heads and tells them about her day, and asks them how theirs was and listens attentively as they tell her.

Rumi and Mira walk over to greet her, smiling welcomingly.

The smiles drop a few feet away from her.

The smell.

She reeks of the girl. After all, she did spend the day basically scent claiming Zoey.

Rumi and Mira’s hackles rise, but they’re not about to start shouting at their mate when their daughters are right there, so they gently shoo them away and tell them they’ll be there for their nap soon.

Before they can say anything, Zoey is ready. She tells that she knows exactly what they’re about to say and ask. It’s the girl she mentioned the day before. No, they haven’t actually done anything. The girl keeps throwing herself at Zoey. No, Zoey isn’t at all interested in her or doing anything with her. Yes, Zoey has tried to tell her no. Yes, Zoey has tried to growl (hers has always been pathetic, though, she says; it makes Rumi and Mira even more upset because nothing about their mate is pathetic). Yes, Zoey has tried to tell her about her mates.

It’s a shitty explanation, Zoey says, clearly upset and frustrated and desperate for them to understand she would never hurt them like that (never hurt them like her father did her mother), but it’s the truth.

Rumi and Mira scrutinize her, but they trust her, and know she’d never do anything to hurt them, so they believe her.

That girl, though…

The next day, Zoey seems far less eager to go to the shoot. She has to go because of the contract, but she wishes she didn’t. Rumi and Mira tell her they get it, and wave off her concern. She hesitates, but goes to the shoot.

Rumi and Mira leave the house not long after, dropping their daughters off with Bobby, and then head over to the shoot, too. Any plans they had for the day are cancelled.

They trust Zoey, yes. But they need to go tell that girl off, show her that Zoey is theirs. Zoey couldn’t get it through to her that she isn’t interested? That’s fine, they have no problem defending their alpha and marking their territory.

They arrive on set, and watch from the shadows to observe the girl’s behavior. They see her getting a little too close to Zoey at multiple points, but she doesn’t do anything too bad. At least, not until they get to break.

At that point, she gets really close to Zoey, and whispers something to her. Rumi and Mira snarl, and they start heading over.

But before they’re even halfway, Zoey tenses up at something the girl whispers to her.

And then, a noise. Low and terrifying, a primal rumble that’s less of a warning and more of a promise of pain.

A growl.

And it’s coming from Zoey.

Rumi and Mira are shocked, but aroused.

The girl backs away nervously. The entire set goes dead silent.

Zoey turns around to face the girl, but while doing so, she catches a glimpse of Rumi and Mira.

The growling dies out instantly. Zoey perks up and a delighted grin appears on her face. “Rumi! Mira!” She rushes over to them, and practically tackles them in a hug.

They hug her back, each making sure to rub their scent glands against her as a claim. Over her shoulders, they glare at the girl, who gulps and bows her head in submission.

So Zoey’s father is an absolute piece of shit, for a laundry list of reasons, primary amongst them being his physical abuse of her that ostensibly was the cause of her mother divorcing him (although Zoey thinks that’s bullshit; she believes that the real reason for their divorce is that her mother caught him cheating with an omega woman he knocked up, and just used his abuse of Zoey as an excuse to save face from the embarrassment of being cheated on).

Her father is a beta, but he grew up amongst a group of large, strong, masculine, levelheaded alphas, and Zoey believes he always coveted the “life of an alpha”. That’s why he cheated on his “nagging beta wife” with an “omega woman in distress”, and made a point of showing off his mating marks with his new wife after the divorce. He fought for custody of Zoey, even though he actively despised having her around, because alphas are, traditionally, meant to be in control of their offspring (he only managed to win partial custody, which he was only given because of a buddy on the force). He acted aggressive and strong-willed to the point that many see him from afar and think he actually is an alpha. He covered his natural beta scent with a cologne meant to mimic the musk of alphas. Many people in his life actually believe he’s an alpha now. But it won’t change his true nature, of course, and the bitterness about not being one burns him up inside.

And then, as though his insecurities and anger couldn’t get worse, at the age of 11, his daughter presents as an alpha.

It’s a mockery from the universe like he’s never felt before.

That fucking idiot? The thing that ruined his life before it even had the chance to really start?

He resents the fact that his puny little shithead daughter, who he sees as a useless, unwanted waste of space, got to be an alpha when he didn’t. He mocked her for her size. Called her “runt”, instead of her name, to the point she internalized the word and considered herself one for the rest of her life. Insinuated that it must’ve been a mistake of nature for her to end up an alpha, when a creature as pathetic as her should’ve ended up an omega. Told her that alphas are supposed to be strong, brave, and smart, not weak, meek, and (…is this a good time to tell you her father was ableist, too?), like she is. He even suggested that because of how wrong she is, in every way, from her size and stature, to her personality and disposition, to even the state of her competency, that she would never have a mate who wanted her, would never have any pups of her own.

“That is,” he smirks cruelly, “unless you took one for yourself by force, like a real alpha ought to. But of course, you’re no real alpha, so you’ll just be a lonely little fucking runt the rest of your pathetic, miserable life.”

The worst part is, there are bits of what he says that Zoey can acknowledge are true. She never would try to take someone as a mate by force, because the idea disgusts her.

And he’s right that she’s extremely small for an alpha. Most alphas, even the ones who start out small like her, almost immediately start to experience growth spurts that help them grow into the “proper” alpha. Zoey never experienced that growth spurt. She just remained small.

A runt.

Her mind is at war with herself about how she wishes to present herself as an alpha.

On the one hand, the insecurity of being a weak and meek alpha urges her to be strong and masculine and forceful like her father.

On the other, the idea of becoming him is heinous, and so she tends towards tentativeness and gentleness in her approach to those around her. It’s the preferable option, in her opinion.

Even decades later, when she finally has everything her father said she wouldn’t and more (two mates instead the one he said she’d never have, pups, 5 of them, who will never have to feel the way she did growing up), she can never fully shake him from her mind. She still asks if her mates want her to be more aggressive, which they almost never do. She worries when she does get aggressive, because she doesn’t wanna become the man who tore self-image to shreds to the point that she still can’t assemble it properly.