Madison awoke to a blaring alarm and a stiff back. Raising her head, the young mustelid braced against the cold thin black bars of a feral dog cage. Despite being big enough for a large dog, Madison lacked the room to sleep comfortably against the doggy bed that lined the bottom of it, forcing her to curl up rather than lay flat like a person would. That was the point she reasoned, given that Ruth made her sleep in the cage at the foot of the bear’s bed whenever she truly misbehaved. Bad grades and getting in trouble for dumb reasons also did the trick.
The bed by her side shifted. Ruth yawned, groggily licking her lips as she set the alarm to snooze before crawling back underneath her covers. If Madison hadn’t been a bad girl yesterday, she could get out of bed as her owner slept in to do some stretches. She’d sneak in some TV time while stretching, something the bear wasn’t bothered by so long as she kept limber. Instead, she had to wait in the cage until the bear saw fit to get out of bed that Saturday morning, mulling over how a failed pop quiz cost her cartoon time.
If it weren’t for the lock bolting the cage door shut she’d have slipped out. Madison didn’t doubt she could break the cage open either. Sitting cross-legged with a hunch, she knew the links holding the plastic bottom to the bars would break with just enough force. But that’d be loud and the punishment for getting caught would involve some solitary time in a closet while tightly bound with an anal hook forcing her to stand and weights hanging from her cunt piercing. 
So she waited for the bear to go through three snooze alarms before getting up with a yawn. “Morning, bitch,” the butch bear scratched between her breasts while unlocking Madison’s cage. “Urinal time.”
“You know women don’t have urinals,” Madison snipped, crawling out from the cage to kneel on the polished hardwood floor of her mistress’s bedroom. Naked save for her black leather collar with a silver tag denoting her name and owner, the stinkbadger straightened her back and craned her neck for the bear. “And you've got a perfectly working toilet in the bathroom.”
“Why use that when I got a walking and talking urinal?” Crouching down, Ruth grabbed Madison’s scalp to hold her steady as her pussy braced against the open maw. Ever since her property’s school punishment, the bear opted to turn her pet into a portable piss bowl for her and her alone. One of the many uses for the young girl’s mouth the bear had. 
The acrid scent of urine hit her nose a second before she tasted it. Madison balled her fists and glared up with ire at the bear as her owner’s liquid waste pooled into her mouth. She swallowed before letting it overflow, knowing that any drops were going to be licked off the floor anyway. Ruth smiled back, her claws poking the girl’s scalp until she peeled her off. “You take piss like a freshwater fish in a lake, you know that?” 
Madison raised her middle finger. Chuckling, Ruth ruffled the stinkbadger’s white headtuff, “I know, fuck you too. Now get up, day’s burning.”
Despite having a towel rack Ruth made Madison hold her towel right outside the glass paned shower as the bear rinsed. She knew the bear did this as another power game, to remind Madison of her place as property, property she’d given herself as freely in a moment of weakness. She retreated to that moment whenever the bear pushed her body against the fogged glass, trying to pinpoint why she didn’t run rather than have the bear fail to tease her. Something about the bear made her feel like she belonged. As though a place where she’d be taken to the backyard to be hosed off was somehow better than being homeless. 
In Ruth’s defense, she only used the hose for the first week of Madison’s stay. Now she had access to the shower, just after the bear and with her supervision. Sometimes showering together. Those times Madison missed the hose. 
Every other day Ruth would give Madison an enema after showers. The bear kept her bitch’s backdoor as clean as possible for her liking. She had a special formula that helped prevent any long term damage from using enemas too much, not that Madison liked to hear the bear speak of it when being cleaned out. The process was just another humiliating situation to add to the pile.
Then they brushed their teeth and had breakfast. Ruth didn’t bother getting dressed until leaving so she’d have only a kitchen apron to cover herself while making scrambled eggs. “Don’t you know how to make anything else?” Madison asked, kneeling on the tiled floor of the small kitchen, just beside Ruth’s table. The bear originally had one chair when she brought the girl to her small home. She’d gotten a second half a month later, but Madison had to earn sitting in it. Good behavior today meant eating like a person tomorrow.
“Oh sure. Is there anything your sophisticated palate would like for my four years at a French cooking academy?” Ruth said with unbridled sarcasm, “Croque Madame? Quiche lorraine gruyère tart? Croque Monsieur?” While she’d never heard someone speak French before, Madison didn’t expect the bear to speak it so fluently. 
“Have you actually been to France?” Madison asked, not buying the cooking academy line.
“My old job took me lots of places. Never over the seas, but across the Canadian border a few times.” Toast popped up from the machine next to the stove. Ruth grabbed it and plopped it into a doggy bowl, along with a helping of eggs, “Now, what do we say for the food?”
Scowling, Madison took a deep breath and closed her eyes, “Thank you for breakfast, Mistress.”
“Wow, you didn’t even clench your fists this time,” Ruth placed the meal down before the young girl’s knees, “Bon appetit.” No utensils were provided, forcing Madison to eat like an animal as she was expected to when eating under the table. She didn’t dig in, knowing that she’d only be allowed to eat once Ruth started. The bear was fast enough that Madison’s eggs didn’t get cold.
After they finished breakfast and cleaned the kitchen, Ruth started what she called her favorite pastime. Madison grumbled underneath her breath, keeping her head down as she followed her owner. Her skin crawled underneath her fur as they stepped out to the back porch encompassing a small yard with high wooden fences. “Can’t we do this inside today?” Madison asked, grasping her arm anxiously as the morning air brushed against her naked body.
“Maybe don’t be a brat and we will,” Ruth said, pointing to the railing on her wooden porch. “Now bend over while I get everything. Chop chop.” 
Riddled with goosebumps, Madison obeyed and bent herself over the railing. The wooden frame had a bar on the top and bottom. All of Madison’s stretching allowed her to reach the bottom bar with ease while spreading her legs wide, exposing her bum to the bear that went back inside. She stayed there in silence, letting the morning wind brush past her. She prayed no curious neighbor stuck their head over the fence or found a crack to look through, mortified to let others see her position.
The bear returned with cuffs to lock Madison in place, a pair to keep her arms around the bottom bar, and two pairs to make sure she couldn’t spread her legs. Madison’s mouth stretched wide at the large rubber ballgag shoved into it, deep enough that she could scarcely speak a word. “Don’t want you screaming too loud. Last thing I need is a noise complaint from the HOA.” 
A single spurt from a bottle had Madison clench her hands. Taking heavy breaths through her nose, the young girl grunted as a slimy and cold finger pressed against her backdoor. It sank past her ring, slathering her inner asshole with lube. Ruth whistled, “Amazing how you’re still kind of tight,” the bear said, slipping in a second finger to spread Madison. Then another. 
A pen clicked, scribbling something on a notepad just outside of Madison’s gaze. “Despite subject’s prior insertions, asshole remains as tight as first encountered,” Ruth said to herself. Madison’s next swear turned to a gagged grunt as four fingers pushed into her asshole. Heavy breaths pushed her through the process while her limbs rattled her chains at every reflexive yank. “Subject’s lining expresses an almost elastic nature, allowing for large insertions with relatively little prep and no long term damage. Remains popular among clients with large equipment.”
Madison did not share the enthusiasm with those clients. Her cuffs dug into her wrists as she flailed in her bound state. No matter how wide her ass was spread or how filled she’d become, the stinkbadger never felt a tear come. Just the fear that she was at the edge of one, even as the bear balled her fist and shoved it inside enough to make puppeteer jokes. “Though the subject shows reluctance, her arousal is apparent by the wet spot underneath her cunt.” She violently shook her head. Anyone, Madison believed, that could get aroused in her state was sick and twisted. She hated every second of it. She had to!
In the split second Ruth pulled her hand out, leaving Madison empty, the stinkbadger knew she was lying to herself. That below the surface she loved the feeling of being taken back there, unable to do anything to stop it. The realization vanished as Ruth walked around the porch to unlatch the girl’s gag. “So, hungry?” she asked.
“Fuck you,” Madison spat with exhaustion on her breath.
Ruth nodded, lightly patting the girl’s face with her wet hand, “Yeah, yeah, fuck me. Let’s get you cleaned up before going out.”


***
“So it’s just a bunch of food trucks?” 
Ruth nodded her head as she parked the van. Madison still didn’t believe her. No woman would make her ‘daughter’ dress up in some red short-sleeved crop top and fashionable torn short jeans to get lunch at a food truck if there wasn’t some ulterior motive. Gritting her teeth as she followed the bear, Madison hunched over and crossed her arms, as if that could cover her mid-section alone. 
“What’s the catch? Am I supposed to go into the trucks and suck them off or something?” 
Ruth rolled her eyes. The bear dug her hands deep into her vest pocket after readjusting her trucker hat. “For fucks sake, Madison, it’s just a bunch of food trucks. Not everything in this perverted town is perverted.” 
“Doesn’t answer my question…” 
Shaking her head, the bear dragged her hand across her face, lost in thought for the moment. “Do you know why I make girls wear hoods in the stalls?”
“I can’t think of any good reason.”
“It’s so their identities are safe. None of those girls want to be harassed in public about being a stall slut. So, no, I’m not gonna make you suck some chief off inside his food truck to get us a free lunch. If I’m whoring you out, you’ll know. Now come on.” 
If there was one positive thing Madison thought about Ruth, something that threw off her spectrum of hatred to the woman that owned her, it was that she never gave Madison bullshit. Ruth didn’t have time to manipulate, didn’t lie, and made her intentions clear in every interaction. It made every nice thing she did a mystery to Madison because the mustelid kept looking for an angle. Something that made her believe the bear was gaslighting her in some way.
But she never did. Not once did Ruth try to make Madison enjoy the terrible things she did to her. And yet Madison didn’t find it in herself to run away. Even as she walked into a grassy public park with food trucks filling the parking lot. The crowds from both the lines and groups of people eating were large enough that if Madison took to a sprint she could get lost rather than stay by the bear’s side. She couldn’t even blame an invisible leash with her imagination, it just felt right to be near the bear.
Her mistress.
Madison shook her head. Ruth overlooked the trucks, hands on her hips as she eyed one fantastical design to the next. Madison cringed at some of the names she read; Blue Waffle Sandwiches, Casey’s Creampies, Big Black Hotdogs, and more. 
“I’m thinking tacos,” Ruth said, pointing to a truck with a sombrero and a decal of scissoring scissors, “You got anything else in mind?”
Madison said nothing and shook her head. She hasn’t had tacos in years, not since the foster home she stayed at experimented with one batch. She preferred nachos. 
“Ok, good,” squinting at the line, the bear sighed, “Why don’t you wander a bit while I get us lunch?”
“What?” Madison blinked.
“Wander,” Ruth signaled her to leave with a wave of her hand, “Explore, socialize, do stuff. Lord knows you’ve had enough of me all day.”
“Isn’t that a little lenient for my attitude?” Madison caught her tongue too late. 
Ruth laughed, “Well, now’s the chance to make it up to me. Just get to me when I call you.”
Deciding not to wait until Ruth changed her mind, Madison dug her paws into the tight pockets of what she barely credited as pants and walked deeper into the park. It wasn’t like how she imagined a park should be, lacking any actual trees to climb around or hide under for shade. Surprising given the forest surrounding the town itself. 
Families brought parasols to combat the sun hanging high overhead. They either latched them through the tiny holes in wooden picnic tables or took turns holding it while relaxing on blankets over the grass. Madison found the smiles and laughter sickening. No one in Highman Break could be happy, not with everything that happened underneath. Every group she saw had to have some dark secret hidden underneath. 
One group in particular caught her attention. A family of four rabbits, one mother, a father, a teenage daughter, and a child son. Everyone save the daughter smiled and laughed, but the men in the group seemed to keep their heads down or waited for the women to eat before enjoying their greasy foodtruck meals themselves. The youngest of them kept his hands close to his belt when not eating as if more comfortable there. The teenager, a goth rabbit by the looks of it, kept finding excuses to put her foot between her brother’s legs. The parents, meanwhile, either were blissfully unaware or encouraged it with soft laughter.
Everywhere she looked there were hidden signs of debauchery. An older cow woman innocently carrying a cub between her breasts, a young cat sitting against an older dog’s crotch while he steadied his breath, and two lions, one a teenager the other her age, close together with the youngest groping the other’s ass. She squinted, thinking that younger lion looked familiar. 
“What ya looking at?”
Madison jumped at the new voice, arms in defense. A chocolate bunny held his hands up with palms out, “Woah, woah, sorry,” Terry said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to spook ya.”
“Y-You didn’t,” Madison said, putting her arms down after a pause. “And it’s nothing. Well, not nothing, I think I saw a kid from my class groping someone.”
Terry blinked, “Who?” Madison pointed to the lion, “Oh, Luke? Yeah he and his brother are fucking.”
“What?” Madison all but shouted at Terry’s candor.
He nodded, “That’s the rumor at least. Luke doesn’t kiss and tell, but one day when he came to school he had some goth makeup smudges on his lip. The previous day his brother got rejected by a goth girl, so kids are putting two and two together.” 
“And you’re ok with that?”
Terry shrugged, “Knowing Luke, he’s probably pushing it. It’s not my place to judge this town’s weirdness.”
Blinking, Madison stared at the jean wearing black rabbit. They looked good on him, though she found herself confused by the apron he wore over his black shirt. Seeing an opportunity to change the subject, she asked, “Are you working in a food truck?”
He tugged at his apron, “Figured it was obvious. My dad’s been rediscovering our Spanish roots and has been opening up my grandmother’s old cookbooks. He’s been dragging me along to bond but, to be honest, if I stay in that truck for another minute I think I’ll die of heat exhaustion. And don’t get me started on the tapas. I don’t want to eat another one for at least a week.”
She laughed. An awful, awkward laugh that made Madison’s legs feel like jelly for the split second she stood with the chocolate rabbit. Feeling her face warm up, she looked away to hide the ensuing blush. “Would you recommend them to customers?” she asked, eyes darting back and forth to see if Ruth could see them. 
Terry’s ears wilted, “Something the matter? Oh, and I guess I’d recommend anything on the menu. It’s all good. Just because I’m always eating my dad’s food doesn’t mean I don’t think it’s tasty. But when you’re trying the same dish over and over until he,” the brown bunny held his fingers in air quotes, “gets it right, it can get a bit stale.” 
There were too many people around for her to clearly see Ruth. Not trusting the same thing on the bear’s end, Madison grabbed Terry’s forearm and walked off. She didn’t think of where, only operating on instinct until stopped behind the concrete cube of the public bathrooms. Terry, for his part, didn’t shout at her for the sudden pull. He did stare at her like she was crazy.
She might have been.
“Sorry,” Madison hunched her shoulders as she explained. “My, uh, mom, doesn’t want me to be around boys.” Calling the bitch her mother to someone else made her want to gag.
Terry’s confusion turned to a bright smile one second, then a concerning frown. “Is she just overprotective or something?”
“Something,” Madison didn’t want to clarify. While Terry may have been ok with knowing her classmate and his older brother fucked, she wasn’t keen on him knowing she was the bear’s personal bitch and favorite working girl. Sure, he knew about the toilet punishment, but that was school, not her life. “It’s not important.”
“It is what made you drag me behind a public bathroom,” the rabbit leaned against the concrete walls with his arms crossed, “Classy, really. I take it you don’t agree with your mom.”
“Of course not. I just wanted to…to properly thank you for the water bottles at the gym.”
“Right…” he grinned, “You know, I seem to remember asking if you wanted to hang out after that. Since we have the same lunch schedule and all. Only you seem to have been avoiding me in the lunchroom.” 
“I’ve been avoiding the lunch room in general.” Kiki shared that same schedule as they did. Spike only gave her an olive branch at Heidi’s birthday last week. “Been eating in the hallway or in the classes.” Thanks to Ruth’s lunches, she didn’t need to enter the cafeteria again. Lunches that, in retrospect, were surprisingly filling and healthy. “But I wouldn’t mind hanging out with you sometime. Kind of like now, I guess.”
“Now?” Terry raised his brow, “Hiding from your mom while I’m on break from helping my dad?”
“If you don’t want–”
“No, no, I do. It’s just, well, not a great time. Do you have a cellphone?” Madison shook her head at the question. She doubted Ruth would give her one. “An email maybe?”
“Family computer. I don’t have access to it.” 
“Huh…hmm,” Terry scratched his chin in thought, “Jeez, your mom is archaic. How about this? We meet up at lunch and figure out something there? I don’t live too far from school so you can come over right after.”
That wasn’t a plan. More of the makings of an idea to Madison. She liked it all the same. “Hope you don’t expect me to hit Kiki again. I’m not in the mood for being every girl’s toilet seat again.” 
Laughing, Terry shook his head, “No, no, even if she does deserve it you don’t deserve to go down with her.” Madison picked up an edge to his tone. Before she could pick up on it, his ears perked up, “Oh, dad’s calling me. Back to work. See you in school, Madi.”
Her heart slammed her chest. “Yeah. See you at school.” She bit her lip watching him leave, shaking that cute butt of his that sported a fluffy rabbit tail. An image flashed across her mind of that same bum pressed against her face. She batted it away, tired of perversion.
Ruth called her not a moment later. The bear held a brown paper bag in her hands, shaking it with a grin, “Got us some soft tacos.”
“Ok,” Madison spoke with indifference, “Did you bring a blanket? Tables are full.”
“Oh, we’re eating these at home.”
“Why?”
“Cause I don’t like having a crowd watching me get eaten out.” Ruth said, ruffling the girl’s headfur as her face dropped. “And no, you don’t get to eat before you do that. Unlike you, my pussy isn’t built for torture.”




***


After orally pleasing her mistress and eating lunch, Madison was given a few hours of freetime. If she were on good behavior, she’d get to do whatever she wanted in those hours, from TV time to free access to the computer if Ruth didn’t need to use it. If she were bad, which despite being on better behavior since the food trucks Ruth considered her as such, she’d spend those few hours bound.
“I love how limber those classes are making you,” the bear said, running a rope through Madison’s metal collar down between her legs, pulling so the stinkbadger’s head met her piercing addled cunt. The young girl’s legs were pulled behind her head, tied to stay there while her arms were roped together by both her elbows and wrists. Any complaints Madison had were made incoherent by the big ballgag Ruth stuffed in the girl’s maw first. “If we ever needed to travel, I could just take you as a carryon rather than buy a second seat.”
Madison didn’t doubt the bear would. The yoga glasses at the gym turned her into a young contortionist that could stay in compromising positions for hours without ill effect. Hours that Ruth would enjoy by keeping the young girl by her side throughout the day, or by leaving her in a closet with AC if she needed to leave the house. 
With a blindfold for the finishing touch, Madison stayed stuck at the bear’s mercy. Finding it a blessing to be blind, she took a deep breath through her nose and imagined herself someplace else. A cute chocolate bunny came into her mind’s eye, giving her a small, if diabolical smile.
She wondered what his lips tasted like. How his soft face would feel brushing against her own. He stood over her, his foot replacing the pressure of the rope pressing her ring piercing against her cunt. A fat cock hung between his legs, steadily growing hard at the sight of her. Then it grew smaller, befitting the lack of bulge she’d seen on him. It looked better on him, more intimate. 
“Oh, someone enjoying themselves?” Ruth teased, breaking Madison’s daydream for a second. 
“Fnch mnn.” Her gagged words made the bear laugh. Terry chuckled in her imagination, enough that his cute nose twitched.
A finger pressed against the rope across her cunt, “Yeah, yeah, fuck me,” Ruth said. Terry took the bear’s place in the image, crouching down to toy with her locked privates. “But it doesn’t take a genius to notice how wet you’re making my rope. Finally coming around to accept your place? Or are you thinking about work tonight?”
Biting her gag, Madison grunted as her face flushed. The only cock she wanted to think about was between Terry’s legs. How it smelled, how it tasted, and how it’d feel inside her ass. Maybe in her cunt, if she ever found a way to rid herself of the piercings. 
Ruth continued to torment her throughout the hours. Seemingly at random, the bear would prod and poke her, sometimes pressing a heavy foot on the bound girl to let her rock on the floor. She stopped to cook, leaving Madison lying against the cold tiles of the kitchen as something bubbled on the stove. Clam chowder from what Madison could tell, Rhode Island style.
“Dig in,” Ruth said, undoing Madison’s ties and letting her stretch as the bear pointed to the bowl at the table. 
Confused, she looked up at the bear who’d already taken her seat. “You’re not gonna use the dog bowl?”
“Do you want me too?” Ruth’s grin told Madison she would if asked.
“No!” The stinkbadger hopped to her seat, sitting her naked bum across a towel laid out for her. “I’m just…” she sighed, “Nevermind.” She’d rather eat the bear’s chowder than argue about what few good things she gave. Ruth always had a method but Madison didn’t always have the patience to study it.
They ate in silence. Ruth tapped at her phone, her finger scrolling an endless wall of text. “So, you meet anyone at the park?” she asked.
Madison’s spoon stopped halfway to her mouth, “What?” she said, praying she didn’t sound shocked.
“Your moods’ improved since lunch. You didn’t even complain about eating me out before I let you eat. That’s why you’re not on the floor. It’s got me wondering what exactly could have happened to better your mood.”
“You sure I haven’t just resigned myself to my fate?” 
The stinkbadger bitter words failed to shake the bear. “No, no I don’t,” Ruth said, “You’re too strong for that. So, who did you meet?”
“None of your business.” 
“As your mom and mistress, it is.”
“You’re not my mom,” Madison spat.
“You saw the adoption papers just as I did, kiddo.” 
“Adoptive parents don’t fuck their kids.” 
“Most kid fuckers outside of The Society are related to their victims.” 
Madison blinked, “The what?” 
Ruth frowned, a rarity for Madison to witness. Leaning back, the bear sighed and twiddled her fingers, “Nothing, it’s not important. As for your little secret, I’ll let you keep it for now. The longer you wait, the more I get to think about how I’ll punish you when I find out.”
“Even if it’s not worth punishing me over?” Madison tried to keep a brave face but felt her spine shiver, and her mound burn.
“Honey, any secret you keep from me is worthy of punishment. You don’t get to have secrets. Anything you know that I don’t is only because I don’t care about it. Now eat your dinner, I need you to practice deep throating for clients before we head to the gas station.”


***


Swallowing hurt yet she couldn’t help doing so. Sitting in the passenger seat of Ruth’s car, Madison rubbed her throat to alleviate the soreness. “Cough drops are in the glove compartment.” The bear reached over, pulling the latch to reveal a crude pile of things; condoms, a lube bottle, a pistol, and a bag of lemon gumdrops. 
“What’s the pistol for?” Madison asked, taking a gumdrop and popping it down her mouth.
“Carjackers and clients who don’t understand the rules,” Ruth said.
“I thought the town didn’t have crime?”
“I’m not always in town.”
Parking behind the gas station, Ruth circled around to the trunk to grab a bag while Madison waited at the back door. Ruth made her carry the duffle bag as they headed inside, lights already on. She passed by the ever present ‘out of order’ sign on the ladies room door, hands clenched against her straps with the knowledge of why that was. 
A teenage goat girl with purple bangs and black eyeliner sat behind the front counter, eyes focused on her textbook until she saw Ruth and Madison walk in. “Evening, boss. Hey Madi,” the goat said. Madison raised her middle finger. Only her friends called her Madi, and no one who worked for Ruth could be a friend of hers.
“Evening, De. Any clients come in?” Ruth asked.
De, or Demonica as she liked to call herself, sighed with the slam of her textbook as she closed it. “Regular? Sure. Special? Nope. I figured the day shift would be more exciting.”
“Well you just gotta build a reputation with clients. Though you’re young, I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Get on out of here and go spend the rest of the evening with your boyfriend.”
“If I could get a hold of him, I would. Gabriel’s been distant lately. Apparently him and Franklin are hanging out more, but I don’t understand why since Franklin’s just this–”
Ruth held her hand up, “De, while I’d love to give you adult advice on dating, I couldn’t give less of a shit about what your boyfriend is doing. If he won’t answer, find a way to get him too. Kiss another boy, or girl. Lord knows people love goth.”
Madison agreed with Ruth. Not on the goth part, she didn’t have an opinion on goth’s, but about how she didn’t care about the goat girl’s love life. She had her own problems to deal with, like needing to strip out of her hoodie and pants to better reveal her metal collar once the goat girl left. Her mistress clipped a leash through her D-ring and looped it through a metal hoop in the floor. Ruth used to use a chain, but it turned out to be too noisy for the unaware customers. 
The first time Madison sat underneath the bear’s legs at the gas station, her arms were bound behind her and a ring gag kept her mouth open just enough so her tongue was useful. Now Madison only found herself bound if bad, giving her relative freedom underneath the counter as the bear worked. She had enough light to read by, and she’d even been gifted a Switch to play with. On mute, but she didn’t complain. 
Of course, Ruth kept her down there for a reason. Any joy Madison had fell by the wayside at the sound of a zipper undone and jeans hitting the floor. Putting down whatever she’d be doing, Madison would stand on her knees to inch closer, face scrunching at the smell of the bear’s pussy before kissing up the thigh. Her mistress didn’t acknowledge her verbally, preferring to keep a soft grip on the mustelid’s scalp while being eaten out. Sometimes she’d keep her at it until an orgasm or push her off before she was close. 
Customers varied. A gas station on the edge of a town in the middle of nowhere Ohio didn’t garner many customers. Those that came under cover of night were either girls who shoplifted, or those who enjoyed those girls. Madison hated the shoplifters the most, as they didn’t come with the intention of getting away. They’d play innocent when caught only to playfully follow Ruth’s demands until they were locked and bound in a bathroom stall. “Little shits,” Ruth would swear under her breath as she walked back to her desk, “Almost takes the fun out of this with them being so willing.”
“If they’re willing, why even go through the shoplifting bullshit?” Madison asked.
“Believe me, I tried,” Ruth leaned back in her seat and stretched her arms, “That only made them shoplift worse and demand I do something about it. This town is fucked beyond measure.”
“You seem to enjoy it,” Madison’s current situation underneath the bear’s desk proved that. 
“To tell you the truth, kiddo, before you I was real fucking bored of this place,” she held her fingers together with a tiny bit of space to keep them apart, “I was about this close to asking for a different assignment. Then I got a daughter. Old job wouldn’t work with raising a kid.”
“Raising a sex slave you mean.” Madison’s snark aside, she wondered what kind of jobs Ruth referred to. As far as she knew the bear owned and operated the station, but she always talked about answering to someone else. Complaints about weekly reports, not to mention who she was recording Madison’s stretching for. 
A bell chimed as a new customer walked in. Madison felt goosebumps across her skin at the sound of hooves clopping against the floor. Weight pressed against the counter. Looking up, she saw her mistress staring back with annoyance. “Hello, Jerry.”
“Hey, Ruth,” Jerry said, “Is Elast-a-ass in?”
“Not at the moment,” Ruth pointed to the ladies bathroom, currently filled with grunts and moans, “Got some other girls but you’ll need to wait.”
“At the moment, huh?” Jerry said, “So you’re saying she will be?”
“Maybe. How much are you willing to offer?”
“Five hundred.” 
Ruth’s eyes widened. She whistled like a deflating balloon. “Five hundred? Fuck, Jerry where are you getting that kind of money?”
“Nothing illegal, not that it matters.” The stallion tapped the counter, “But I also want her without the hood. Wanna see that pretty face of hers.”
“Hood’s non negotiable, Jerry. Every bitch has a right to their privacy.”
The counter creaked under his weight. Madison pressed her back against the wall as if she could shrink down into darkness. “From what rumors I’ve heard, the little bitch doesn’t have any rights.” 
Silence filled the space between the two. Clutching her leash tight, the mustelid peered back out, holding her breath at the sight of the bear’s wicked glare across the counter. Ruth, In the months since her enslavement and adoption, came off as relaxed, playful, and laidback. She never once yelled, raised her voice, or expressed a single iota of anger in Madison’s presence. No matter how hard the stinkbadger argued or rebelled, the bear never showed any semblance of wrath.
That one look held Madison’s breath in fear long enough for her to start suffocating. 
“Jerry, I’m going to be polite about this,” Ruth’s soft tone carried an edge to it. “This is strike two. If you don’t turn around and leave by the time I’m done talking, that’s strike three and you’re banned. No matter what, you are never getting her ass again. Do I make myself clear?”
“What? You’re joking, right?” Jerry said without any hint of irony, “Look if it’s about money I got more. Though if I’m paying over a thousand I expect to change the scenery.” 
Ruth slammed her fist against the counter. Madison heard wood crack and Jerry scream. “Let go!” his pitch cracked with pain, “Let go, let go, let go–fuck!” 
The bear spoke with an eerie calmness, “You’re banned, Jerry. If I so much as see you loitering on my outdoor cams, I will call the cops.” Any rebuttal the horse had was broken with another scream, “Yes, I can. I’ve got plenty who know about this place to keep things operating just fine. I’m not some failing lowlife who goes to a gas station to get his rocks off cause women his age can tell he’s a sack of shit. My claws run deep in this town, deeper than you could possibly imagine. Fuck with me, and you will wish you weren’t living to regret it.” 
She let go, plopping back into her seat while Jerry’s hooves wrecked the floor on his mad dash to freedom. Madison gulped, eyes fixated on the heavy leather boots that kept tapping the floor. Ruth’s breath sped up, her fingers curled into fists. “Fuck,” she stood up fast enough to send her seat flying, “Get dressed, we’re leaving.” 
“What?” Madison blinked. The bear didn’t answer, her footsteps echoed through the store as she left the stinkbadger to sort through the bag for her clothes. They were just above the bondage tape, ropes, and the hood she expected to wear that night. 
“We’re closing early,” Ruth shouted, kicking the ladies room door open. Swears and confused grunts echoed, followed by the bear dragging out two guys, one of whom had a hooded beaver stuck on his knot. “Tim, next time you knot in one of my girls, I’m cutting it off.”
“It was an accident I swear!”
“Second accident you’ve had. If I get a call from her parents about her missing, you’re a deadman.” She shoved him out to the street with the beaver girl still attached. Heartpounding steps rattled Madison’s body. The bear grabbed the bag and hoisted her daughter in her arms, “We’re going home.” 
She didn’t ask why. Ruth stayed silent for the rest of the evening. No witty remarks or teasing, just painful quiet broken only by the angry honking of her horn, or the blaring cartoons on the screen back home. Madison always had to catch up on cartoons the day after thanks to recordings, so seeing them live was a whole other experience. 
One hard to enjoy thanks to the bear’s scowl.
Madison told herself to ask when the cartoons ended, but the question never came. It stayed on her mind when prepping for bed only to fall at her lips each time. Back in the bedroom she fell to her knees to crawl into her cage, only for the bear to toss her onto the bed. She stayed still, waiting to feel her mistress’s fingers explore her backdoor or force her between the bear’s legs. 
“Good night,” Ruth said, curling under the covers and turning out the lights. In darkness, Madison stared at the shadowed form of her owner. Her attitude at the gas station made no sense. She’d been a toilet stall girl long enough to know that money wasn’t an issue. It had to be something else, but she wasn’t sure what.
Nor why she worried about it. Biting her lip, she arched her back and crawled over to the sleeping bear. Feeling her fur in her palm, Madison felt her breath strain for a moment. It was almost like with Terry but different. Disappointment? No, she couldn’t be disappointed that Ruth wasn’t using her at that moment. 
Could she?