Argument A Chippet Story

A couple's first argument since wife Dana was implanted with her new Chip-Pet, a device that allows another person to change aspects of someone's personality, body chemistry, mood, and other aspects.

Set in the Chippet Universe

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Dana was mad. No, she was furious. She'd been working all day, only to come home to a complete mess. James had tried to be romantic, tried to have a whole meal ready when she got home, but he'd made some terrible mistakes. The result was a steak that was hard as diamond and a pan coated in a thick black layer of soot.

"You're mad, aren't you?" James asks, sitting at the dining room table picking at a baked potato, the only thing he'd cooked that was even mostly edible.

"I'm not mad," Dana responded, he words short and laced with venom, "Why would I be mad? It was *really* sweet." Her words were clearly saturated in sarcasm.

"I just wanted to do something nice," James pulled his phone from his pocket as he spoke, opening a nondescript app with a collection of dials and toggles.

"And yet I'm the one in here scrubbing the pots and wiping up the oil!" Her words sharp. Dana stands in front of the sink, half hunched over it scrubbing the pan angrily. Her long dark hair hung down over the water, swaying gently as she scrubbed. Periodically she reached up using her wrist to keep the black glasses she wore from falling into the water. Her loose t-shirt and sweats concealed the impressive form of her body. They were a comfort she longed for after her long days as a project manager. After a long day in a suit and heels, nothing was sweeter than fluffy sweats and an old Metallica shirt. Dana rubbed her neck mindlessly, the small red bump at the bottom of hairline. Her neck had been sore for a few days now.

"Jesus you just do it better than-"

"Because I try! I feel like you never put any effort into fucking anything!" Dana had found her limit, "You give it two fucking seconds and if it doesn't magically resolve itself, you give up and walk away." She scrubs the pot even harder, the soapy water splashing up her arms and leaving little dark specs on her shirt.

"I would put in more effort if you were ever home!" James pressed his hand against the table, his frustration mounting. With his other hand he taps some boxes on his phone. He sets the new subliminal setting but doesn't hit the commit button. Dana turns away from the sink facing James with her arms crossed over her chest.

"You don't seem to have a problem spending me money I bring home," she's nearly shouting now, she looked James up and down. He was also dressed casually, a grey t-shirt and blue jeans concealing his muscular chest and belly. While he loves to lift weights, James isn't one for cardio, and sports the powerful dad-bod to match. "What the fuck even is Chip-Pet Inc? What could you have possibly spent $13,000 dollars on?" Dana is fuming, her eyes wild with frustration. The anger of weeks of trying not to fight had built up a backlog of issues.

"Chip-Pet," James said with a wry smirk, "I told you, it's a surprise. Besides, you'd know if you weren't sneaking around getting massages instead of coming home on time!" James' thumb tapped the commit button and set his phone down. He pushed his chair away from the table turning it to face Dana.

Dana reached up again, mindlessly rubbing the sore spot at the base of her hairline, just an inch or two from her left ear. She pause for a moment, a look of mild confusion on her face. James' smile widened, this was the first time he'd tried to use it, and it was already everything he'd hoped for. After a moment's hesitation she continued.

"You don't just get to say 'it's a surprise' and get off the hook." Dana began to walk slowly towards James, her footsteps slow and quiet, walking with the kind of muscle memory you use to find the bathroom in the middle of the night. Her bare feet make a quiet pat sound with each step over the hard tile flooring, "You need to communicate with me, talk to me before you go blowing six month's rent on something you can't show me."

Dana stopped a foot or so in front of James, she dropped down to her knees one leg at a time leaning over his lap, then reached her hands up and pulled her long dark hair back, fashioning it into a quick ponytail behind her head. Each motion was seemingly effortless and thoughtless, as if her mind was still running on the argument, and her body was doing something entirely different.

"Well, dear, I think we're finding out where that money went." James says, a giddy smile across his face. Her hands extend down, placing one on either of his thighs and beginning to massage them gently

"What the fuck are you talking about- you know- maybe my mom was right, maybe I should have kept our finances separate." as she speaks her hand rubs up against his swelling cock. Feeling the contours of him through the jeans, she rubs his cock gently with one hand and reaches the other hand up to begin undoing his belt. With one swift movement she popped the clasp and tossed it aside, moving down to pop the button and pull down the zipper, each movement is smooth and practiced, as if she'd done it a million times, "You know- I make the money here- you should be asking me before anything" Dana continues as she reaches her hand into his pants, wrapping her fingers around his engorged cock and beginning to rub it gently.

"This isn't such a bad way to fight," James lets slip as Dana pulls his cock out through the zipper in his jeans.

"James- what the fuck are you talking about- are even listening to me?! You need to respect me and the work I put into keeping this house and that car you love, your fucking gym-" Dana pauses her listing, opening her mouth and licking James' exposed cock from base to tip, "And whatever the fuck chippet is- if you don't start respecting my time-" She pauses again, taking just the tip of his cock into her mouth. She swirls her tongue around the head of his cock as one hand continues to work his shaft, the other placed firmly on his thigh. James lets his head roll back, resting against the high back of the chair.

"Yes honey- sure you're tight- right- you're right." James mutters, his voice sounding breathy as he feels her tugging and sucking his cock. It's been at least three weeks since she'd fucked him, and months since she'd blew him. He missed this. Without warning she pulled her head off his cock, still rubbing the shaft with her hand. A dribble of spit and pre-cum runs from her chin and drips onto his jeans.

"Don't you 'yes dear' me," Dana says, her voice full of anger. She reached her other hand up wrapping both around his cock. This move elicited a small gasp from James. She continued, "This arrangement requires respect and communication- you can't just hand wave away and need of mi-" as she spoke James slowly wrapped his hand around her ponytail, then guided her lips back down to his cock. Her speech stopped mid-sentence, her lips parted and welcomed his cock.

Again, her tongue glided around his cock, tapping and sucking as her mind waited to speak. Somehow, Dana knew both that she was deeply angry with James, she wanted to shout at him, and yet her body submitted. Not just submitted, but actively sought out his pleasure. She pushed herself down on his cock, moving one hand down to his balls and the other to his hip. The thick cock pushed at the back of her throat. She gagged a little her body convulsing and then settling out. A moment passed, before she started to pull her self back. Before she could move more than an inch his hand pulled her mouth back down to the base. Again she gagged, her body twitched and her fingers dug into his thigh. James let out a little moan, releasing her hair and allowing her to come up again.

"Maybe you're right- right," James manages a breathy response, "Fuck- maybe we need better communication. I wish I could just get into your head and understand why- and what you're -you're thinking."

Dana pulled her head back popping his cock out of her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes watering, strands of spit and pre-cum stretching from her pouting lips to his throbbing cock. Both of her hands wrap around his cock again, working up and down his shaft, and running her thumb over his head at the top.

"That's the thing, I tell you what I need- you just don't listen," Dana says, her voice still angry, while her actions loving. "You just need to listen to what I say and really underst-" James grabbed her ponytail again, shoving his cock back into her mouth as he began to tense up. She didn't protest, her tongue returning to licking up and down his member, her head bobbing gently.

"Honey- shut the fuck up for just two seconds," James mutters, looking down at his beloved wife, suckling on his cock obediently as her mind is spinning up her next hurtful salvo of criticisms. He thrusts into her mouth once or twice, his cock jamming into the back of her throat, causing her to gag and shudder. He pulls his cock back, the head just past her lips as her tongue dutifully licks at his tip doing the last little bit needed to coax him.

James explodes in her mouth, firing thick ropes of his pent up cum blasting into her mouth. He thrusts wildly, Dana just barely able to keep his cock in her mouth. He tenses a few more times, shooting the last of his load into her mouth, where she holds it dutifully. He releases her ponytail, but she doesn't move, instead suckling the last bits of cum from his shaft.

"Clean, efficient, and obedient." James says quietly, looking down at his wife, her glistening chin tapping against his shaft. James sits up, the cock pulling back from her mouth as he stuffs it back into his jeans. Dana remains silent, her mouth still full of his cumshot. "What, nothing left to say?" James teases as he zips up his pants. Dana's eyes are still furious, but she remains where she is, kneeling on the floor of her own dining room, her mouth full of cum. "One last thing honey."

James looks at her deviously. His face glowing at the first of many payoffs his investment will bring him.

"Spit it out."

Without hesitation Dana's jaw muscles relax and cum begins to dribble from Dana's lips. It runs down her chin in thick rivers. It drips down from her chin landing in splatters and splotches on her shirt. The cum immediately begins to soak into the old fabric. As the last of his cum leaks from her lips, she frowns and opens her mouth again.

"I think that's all it is, you need to respect me and the work I do, and we need to talk about big purchases." Dana says, the anger in her voice beginning to fade. She stands up as James toggles the settings on his phone. Dana pulls a chair out at the table and sits down, each movement sending drips and globs of fresh cum down onto the table and her shirt.

"Now- can you please explain to me what this Chip-Pet thing is?"