“So what’s this about you getting a girlfriend?” 


Terry caught himself just short of a spit-take. Darcy chuckled. The badger put her tray of corndogs aside to better lean in to drink the bunny’s sudden discomfort. 


“Hmmm?” she hummed, eyebrows bouncing with interest.


The rabbit coughed. He knew Darcy would ask the question, she’d been pestering him through texts since she heard about it. How exactly still escaped him since she went to a completely different school. His old school. The one where his old ‘friends’ discarded him.


All for Darcy, the first person he confided in. “It’s not that big a deal,” he said, blushing. “She’s just this cute girl. Reminds me a lot of you, actually.”


“You’re not trying to date me through her, are you?” She winked. Terry shook his head with a soft smile. “Good. I’d need to kick your ass if you were.”


“Don’t start a fight now. I can’t hit you back anymore.”


“Equal rights, equal fights.” The badger kicked back, planting her black sneakers over the table. Her skirt was short enough that Terry could see her underwear if he didn’t care about being obvious. He rolled his eyes. It’s no wonder her after-school job picked her. 


“How’s that new job of yours by the way?” He asked, swerving the topic.


Darcy grinned, seeing right through his attempt. “Ok, ok. But you better share when I’m done talking. I didn’t come to the mall just to complain about being typecast.”


“Typecast? Like typing on a computer?” 


The badger snickered. “No, no. It’s like being pushed into a specific role because you look like you fit the part with minimum effort. Like a big muscled guy being made a goon, or being made a teacher cause you wear glasses.” She used a corndog to point at whatever board held all these points in her mind. 


“Wait, why would glasses mean teacher? None of my teachers have glasses. I can’t remember any at Rosebud.”


“Eh, there’s one or two. It’s less about if teachers have glasses and more about the stereotype of glasses meaning you’re smart or something. At least that’s what the producer says.”


“Riiight…and you’re being typecast? As what?” 


Darcy motioned her hand over herself, from her short leather jacket to the black sneakers with modded metal studs in the toes. When Terry crooked his head she sighed. “Let’s just say that I’m not getting any dick despite my efforts.” She shoved the entire corndog in her throat without gagging to prove her point. Thankfully, for Terry’s sake, she pulled it out to eat like normal. “My fingers have been up more cooch than around any cock. And there’s a lot of cock there. Like, dude you’d have so much penis envy.”


“Ok, I told you that like once.”


“Is it any different now?”


Terry’s eyes darted away, “Not really.” 


“Thought so. Anyone they got me as some kind of babydyke or whatever. Sure, there’s a thrill of having someone between my legs, but I’d rather it be a guy than a girl. Hell, I’d rather it be you than a girl.” 


“We tried that once. You found me lacking.” 


“Not in the tongue department.” Darcy grinned. “Not in the tongue. Speaking of, you gone down on her yet?” 


Darcy was like a wrecking ball sometimes. He could see her coming but could never brace for the impact. Lemonade streamed from his nose. He coughed, beating his chest to breathe for dear life. The badger chuckled, watching long enough that her smile dropped in concern.


Terry raised his hand to let her know he was ok. His nose burned like hell with sugar, but he was hardly dead. “N-No. It’s…well…she went down on me.”


“Oh…” Darcy’s grin grew. “Oh…Did she know?” 


His ears fell, “No. I was planning on telling her but everything happened so quickly. For what it’s worth, she doesn’t seem to mind.”


“If she did, I’d need to give her a fat lip.” Darcy’s grin brought back flashes of fights she’d gotten into for Terry’s sake back in Rosebud. Jessica Harlin’s nose was still healing when he’d transferred. “Wait. Seems? You didn’t exactly sound confident there.”


Did he not? Terry didn’t realize how wistfully he came off until he sighed. “It’s…it’s complicated.” He scratched his head, but the growing itch wouldn’t go away. 


“Too complicated to tell your best friend?” 


He stared through her. How was he supposed to tell Darcy that his girlfriend was a slave to someone else? How could he justify being ok knowing that Madison would need to be loyal to another person when they were dating? Even pushing past the weird dynamic bullshit, Darcy would tell him to be the master Madison deserved. It wasn’t for lack of effort. On Halloween, he realized how kinky she was with the damn leash. Yet she needed someone more forceful. Someone willing to use her. Someone he couldn’t be. 


“She likes dick,” He said, letting loose a heavy breath. “Her…mom actually gave me a big strap-on for her, and I know she likes it when I use it. But there’s a missing piece.”


“Wait, hold up.” Darcy halted his thoughts with her open palm. “Her mom gave you a strap-on?”


“Why’s that a surprise? Your parents let you do porn.”


“My parents are weird.” On that, Terry couldn’t disagree. Darcy’s parents were the closest to new-age hippies who didn’t mind the hypocrisy of their business ventures or that Darcy made money fisting other girls. “Most parents are pretty hands-off in that sort of stuff. Hell, your dad took a few months to accept your transition.”


Terry shrugged. “She’s…encouraging. Maybe it’s because Madison is adopted.”


“Madison? Good, I have a name.” Darcy pulled out her phone. He lurched over to stop her only for the badger’s heavy paw to hold him back. “School directory. Picture day. Where oh where is Madison.”


“She came in after picture day, asshole.” 


“So I just need to look at group photos to find who is missing? Thanks.” 


“Or you could leave her be.” 


Darcy raised her brow. “Or…” She put her phone down, sliding it away from either of them. “You can stop being a pansy and show me what she looks like. Or are you ashamed of her?”


“I…I’m not.” Terry balked. “It’s just…look you can get a little judgemental.”


She took his hands. Their eyes met. She dropped the cocksure smile. “Terry. If she makes you happy then I’m happy for you. No amount of personal feelings is going to disregard that.”


Terry blinked after a moment, sighed, and pulled out his phone. He skipped through several ‘personal’ photos she’d taken with him since her phone lacked a camera. The one he landed was before Halloween when she and him hung out at the gym. 


“Wow…yeah I can see the resemblance. She knows how to smile, right?” 


“I think her soul is forfeit if she smiles on camera.”


The phone rang in her hands. Terry’s body shifted into overdrive. He snatched it from her paw and shoved it aside, letting it ring to the beat of his pounding heartbeat. The badger looked on with a bewildered stare. 


“Um…what was that?” She asked. “Is she calling you?” 


Seeing it was his mother on the line, he breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head. “No. No, she’s not.”


“But you thought she was.”


He went white. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”


Darcy furrowed her brow. He knew the look well, it was the same one she gave whenever he lied to her. “Terry…”


“There’s just a lot to think about,” he muttered. “I’ve been doing research.”


“Oh? On what?”


He sighed and told her. Better to have someone else know that keep it all inside. 






***






Madison considered the pain of heartbreak ridiculous. Seeing Terry with another girl changed that. Her chest grew heavy, just short of making it a struggle to breathe while the rest of her body grew cold. When tears didn’t form she expected rage, but not even that filled her body. Just a panic slowly coursing through her like a numbing poison. 


She barely registered anything else Heidi said before being dropped off. Madison nodded along anyway, not wanting to look distracted. With her friend’s gifts in hand, she huddled up to the front door of her home and rang the doorbell. Ruth answered a moment later. 


“I think I’ll need to get you a key,” she said, mid-yawn, “I was just about to nap.”


Madison brushed past her without looking up. “Well someone’s in a mood,” the bear said, closing the door behind them. “Not gonna say hi and tell me about your day?” 


“I don’t know, Mom,” Madison spat the last word with venomous sarcasm, “Do you really care?” 


The bear crossed her arms, glaring down at her charge with confusion and authority. “I know I should since you’re my daughter now,” she said, mirroring the mephit’s tone, “Or would you rather I treat you like my bitch?”


“What’s the difference?” Madison flipped her middle finger and turned around, intent on dropping the bags in their bedroom and laying her face into a pillow until she started crying. Ruth cleared her throat. It shook her harder than any raised voice, stopping Madison in her tracks.


“Give me your bags,” Ruth commanded. Madison’s grip tightened. The bear loomed over her, predatory eyes beaming down. “I want to see more of this new fashion of yours.”


Biting her lip the skunk offered her first bag. Ruth took her time looking through it, snickering at the jeans, shorts, and the punk aesthetic she found. “Cute boots. Don’t think they’re built to last. Might have to get you a real pair.”


What joy she got from that was snuffed when Ruth asked for the second bag. Her panty bag. She hesitated, heart thumping as the bear’s open palm curled. “Give it to me, Madison.” 


“It’s just more of the same,” She lied.


Ruth smiled. “You’re a terrible liar. Give it to me and I won’t consider using that new belt you're wearing to tan your ass.” 


Remember the belt studs, Madison thrust the bag out. Ruth shook her head just after one look inside. “Madison, what am I holding?” She asked, repeating it when her daughter looked away. 


“Panties…” Madison said after a pause.


“Did I say you could buy panties?” Ruth asked calmly.


“You didn’t give me a list or anything,” she snapped back.


Ruth’s tone didn’t change. “Did I say you could buy panties?” She asked again.


Madison’s claws dug deep into her paws. “No,” she said through gritted teeth. 


“Are you wearing any right now?” Ruth asked. Madison hugged herself as she nodded. “Did I not make it clear you’re not allowed panties under my roof? What made you think you could get away with it?” 


“Look if you’re going to punish me, just get it over with.” Madison’s voice sounded more breathy than she intended. “I’m not going to play twenty questions with my enslaver.”


“Your mother,” Ruth corrected with a cocky grin. She pointed to the corner. “Face against the wall, legs spread, hands on your head. Now.” 


Madison’s legs followed the command before she considered saying no. Her body burned in shame and desire. Her mind bubbled with justifications, that Ruth was too big and too strong for her to say no or how this would have happened eventually. She resisted the urge to turn around when Ruth grabbed the bags and walked off. A held breath escaped her hold when she didn’t hear the garbage being opened. 


Ruth strapped Madison’s collar tight around her throat upon her return. “Strip. But keep those panties on.” 


With care not to look back the young skunk stripped her clothes into a pile beside her until nothing remained but the heavy collar on pretty pink dotted panties covering her piercings. Ruth grabbed the skunk’s tush, chuckling under her breath as Madison held hers. 


“Did Heidi pick these out?” she asked. 


“N-No,” Madison tensed. “I did.”


“Oh? Do you like girly panties? I could have sworn you hated pink.”


“I do–” Ruth cut her off with a sudden push of her finger into her ass through the panties. She pulled away, leaving the cloth riding up the girl’s bum. 


“See, this is why I don’t like panties on you. I can’t toy with your ass if something is in the way.”


“So move it!” Madison growled. 


“You giving me orders?” Ruth said with a violent smile, “Maybe I should take away your speaking privileges.” Her thick fingers clamped the skunk’s maw shut. “Would be less annoying in this house if I kept you gagged indoors. You’d be nicer to look at too. Maybe I should wad up all your new panties and stuff your mouth with them? At least that way it won’t be a wasteful purchase.” 


Madison’s growl earned her a thick metal ring behind the back of her teeth, followed by a pair of handcuffs locking her limbs behind her back. A quivering huff seeped from her open maw when Ruth pushed her face against the cushion of her chair, still warm from the bear’s ass. 


“I better not be getting a call from Heidi’s mother later,” Ruth said after a whistle. The bear sorted through the other bags, knowingly smiling at her adoptive daughter’s glare. “You know how expensive clothes are? A good chunk of my budget goes into yours.” 


Madison raised both middle fingers from her bound hands. “Cute,” Ruth said, holding up the studded belt the stinkbadger wore. “Not as cute as this. I’m touched that you were thinking of me when shopping.”


Her eyes widened. Ruth held her down before she could pull away, leaving the mephit squirming against the seat. The bear prompted her slave’s ass up, possessively dragging the bundled-up belt along the pantied butt. She stiffened at the cool metal studs brushing against her. 


“These do look kind of cute,” Ruth admitted, patting the bum with the belt. “Maybe I’ll have to go panty shopping for you. Get some that give free range of your ass. Only for good behavior though.”


She braced for the impending strike. Ruth waited. They’d played this game of masochistic chicken hundreds of times now. She couldn’t outlast Ruth, the bear had all the time she needed. So the second her ass stopped tensing the bear clapped the folded belt across the covered cheeks. 


Madison was no stranger to being spanked. With an asshole as elastic as hers the bear made a habit of playing with it. Being rough in bed meant she preferred to knead and slap it if not outright spank it. Even the caretakers in foster pushed to spank her at the first sign of danger, or if they were feeling bored. 


But this was the first time she’d felt a metal studded belt along her ass. Her back arched backward, teeth fruitlessly gnawing into the gag as her unsuppressed incoherent cry echoed across the room. Thick fingers locked around her headfur, holding her head aloft for the next cracking strike down upon her ass. 


“My. House. My. Rules.” Ruth punctuated every sentence with a spanking from the belt. “You wear what I buy you. You eat what I make you. You do what I say. You can do anything in between all of that. Complain. Bitch. Roll your eyes. Even drop your little sarcastic venom-dripped quips. But you never. Ever. Break my rules.”


Her ass burned. Cheeks became matted with tears. Her juices slipped between her cunt piercings, soaking into the gusset of her panties. She swore back at the bear who laughed at the incoherent gagged speech. 


“Do I need to cut these off?” Ruth asked, slipping two fingers through a loop like a pair of scissors. “Do I need to have you watch as I shred all those pretty panties you bought?”


The mephit shook her head rapidly. She begged and pleaded through her gag for Ruth not to ruin the clothes Heidi bought to brighten her day.


The spankings sped up. 


Ruth leaned in.


“Apologize.” She whispered with sadistic joy. “Apologize for breaking my rule.”


Gagged rebuttals were given spankings in kind. Her ass burned like a wildfire when she finally apologized through growling tears. “And they say corporal punishment doesn’t work,” Ruth jeered. The bear stripped herself clean and took to her seat. Madison’s revulsion at the sight of Ruth's moist cunt was buried by desire at her owner’s tight grip upon her scalp. She needed this. By whatever higher power would listen, she needed to be used. Her tongue stretched out when the bear pulled her closer, tasting the acidic air.


Her cell phone rang. Ruth held her just an inch out, her hold firm enough that the girl’s eyes could scarcely see the bear’s smile when she answered. “Hi, Terry.” Madison met a face full of cunt. Her face soured as she licked, trailing along the bear’s sweet spots. 


“Surprised you haven’t called her earlier. I gave you her number before she got her new phone, you know.” The bear’s thighs closed in, locking Madison’s head in place while she leaned back into conversation with her daughter’s boyfriend. “Thanks for the recommendation by the way. Didn’t want my little brat exposing herself to the wide web until she’s ready. You want to speak with her? Her mouth is full at the moment, but I can have her call you back.”


The dagger’s Madison stared bent against the shield of Ruth’s assured grin. “What? You want to talk to me?” The bear’s smile dropped. “Look, kid, if this is about being her owner we all know you ain’t cut out for it. Don’t you go telling me you’re no longer ok with it.” After a pause of what Madison assumed was Terry talking, Ruth sighed. “How about we discuss this another time, ok? I want to enjoy myself.”


Hanging up the bear held the phone over Madison for a few seconds. “Shame this doesn’t have a camera. I could snap a picture and send your boyfriend a fun pic. Do you hate that?”


Madison growled into the bear’s cunt.


“Would you hate that knowing he’d probably flick his button to it?”


Madison stayed silent. Ruth kicked her chair back, lying flat and shuddering a pleasurable sigh as the stinkbadger did what she’d been trained to do. She hated the casual disregard but her body didn’t feel the same, burning with need the bear happily forced upon her lip. What air breaks she had short enough for a single deep breath before being pushed back in.


Ruth preferred her slow. Better to enjoy the moment as a trained tongue traversed every crevice. She’d been punished for trying to finish the bear too quickly. The bear’s easing grip was the first sign she was on the right path. Then came the breaths, deep and picking up speed. With her thighs locked around Madison’s head, the bear massaged her tits as pleasure rose and rose, until finally with a low growl Ruth splattered her juices all over Madison’s open maw. She’d grown so used to the taste that it barely registered as something to spit out anymore.


Madison tumbled backward when Ruth let her go, coughing and sputtering. The marks across her ass made her reel. She rolled to her stomach, face planted to the carpeted floor while the bear soaked in post-orgasm glory. Her heart felt light with desire, expecting the bear to start toying with her asshole. Just a few fingers, that’s all Madison needed. A few fingers, maybe a fist, or maybe a rough fucking with the strap-on. Anything to quench her desire. 


“Fuck…I needed that,” Ruth said after a moment. “Could you believe I almost resorted to a vibrator? Been so worried about everything I barely touched myself, even with some of the girls at the gas station. Looks like I ain’t alone in that regard either.”


Madison buried her face into the carpet. Ruth removed her gag and bindings, plopping the girl over her lap. She clenched the bear’s chest fur tight when she applied cool aloe to the sore cheeks. 


“You can ask me, ya know,” Ruth said, quietly.


“Ask you what, mom?” Madison punctuated her sentence with forced sarcasm. 


The bear smiled, hiding her blush behind cocksure confidence. “If you need to get off, you can ask me. I can smell your arousal kid, you’ve been stinking up the place for the past few days.”


If Ruth could smell it, who else could? Madison thought back to the three girls at school. She gave into them too easily, almost willingly. “Then why didn’t you act on it?” She asked with bated breath.


The bear’s hand stopped along Madison’s flank. Two fingers were perilously close to her asshole. Madison worried what side effects aloe for lube would have, but it was a small worry at this point. 


“Didn’t feel right,” Ruth didn’t sound convinced. She kept talking as if to justify not acting upon baser desires. “You suffered a lot and needed space. I worried that if I pushed like I normally did, you’d break. I didn’t want to lose that back sass brat I brought home all those months ago. So I held back. Even when you wanted it, I held back.”


“Congrats on acting like a parent for all of one week.” Despite her venom Madison didn’t peel herself from the bear’s body. “Do you want a medal?”


“Sure. I’ll melt it down and give you some nipple rings from it. Or maybe some studs and a tongue piercing. Your boyfriend would like that, wouldn’t he?”


She cried. Madison pulled her mother’s fur in like a blanket, wetting the bear with tears and snot. Ruth, shocked and panicked, hugged her daughter tight. “What’s wrong?” She asked, her voice quivering like she’d stepped on a landmine, “Did something happen?” 


The mephit’s words were broken up by sniffles. “I…I saw Terry at the mall with…with another girl.” 


“Oh.” Ruth said, then with a much deeper tone. “Oh…Kid, he’s a good egg. I don’t think he’d.”


“Then why did he brush me off at school?” Madison shouted, slamming a balled fist into the armor that was the bear’s thick skin. “We hadn’t seen each other in a week and suddenly he’s too busy for me? Did I wait too long to go back to school? Did he just move on?”


The bear’s arms wrapped her tenderly. “No. No, kid. I’m sure there’s another reason.”


“And what if there isn’t?” Madison asked.


“Then…then you’ll find someone else,” Ruth said. Not that she’d find someone else, but Madison could. Terry wasn’t the be-all and end-all lover. But Madison didn’t want to lose him. He was the first friendly face she’d known since coming to Highman Break. The first person to treat her like a person. She didn’t want to lose him.


Ruth held on until Madison’s eyes dried. They wouldn’t until the sunset.