Madison couldn’t help but feel like she was being watched. Not a bad habit to pick up in Highman given her unwanted reputation as Ruth’s property. Whenever out with the bear she felt at least one pair of eyes burning at the back of her skull or toward her ass, often belonging to an older guy who no doubt frequented the Back-in-Gas the bear ran. Some were familiar, repeat customers the mustelid saw on nights she wasn’t blindfolded in the stalls. Others were strangers who she couldn’t bother to recall given the amount that visited to fill the ass of her and any girl unfortunate enough to share a stall beside her. Not that the girls complained. Sometimes that gaze was from another girl, either her age or less. Those carried envy over curiosity. It hurt more.


 She’d given up trying to understand why anyone would be envious of her. A runaway enslaved by a butch bear intent on making her eat pussy everywhere else outside of her whorehouse. Madison never liked girls that way. What disgust she once had turned to reluctance at best, growing used to the smell and taste of the bear’s privates. She’d even performed the act on her best friend. Worse, she didn’t feel disgusted by it afterward. Used for sure, though part of her liked that feeling. Whatever caused the town to act as it did must have been infecting her. The fist-thick buttplug in her asshole was proof enough of that.


“Your palm is sweaty,” Terry said. Madison squeezed, now noticing how slippery her hold on the brown bunny’s hand was. She thought about pulling away but didn’t, peering out over the parking lot at the edge of Yellow Lake Park for any sign of Ruth’s ride. “Is something wrong?”


“Nothing,” She lied. More to not stress him out. “I’ve just never been to the park before.” A half-lie. She’d been to the park once, under the cover of night where Ruth decided it’d be fun to make Madison walk on all fours and pee like a feral animal, yanking her along with a leash and collar. Her only saving grace that night was the hood that masked her face.


The brown bunny let go of her hand only to pull her close by the shoulder. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Just know that I’ll be here to keep you safe. I promise.” Bravado like that normally made Madison roll her eyes and scoff at the notion. Boys always put on a show of it, often folding the moment shit hit the fan. But with Terry, she believed it. Maybe it was because of her paranoia, or because confidence was a good look for him. Either way, she rested against his chest as they continued walking deeper into the park, searching for the perfect picnic spot. 


“So why do they call this place Yellow Lake Park?” Madison asked, more to distract herself as they passed the lake itself. It was hardly yellow, that was for sure. Closer to blue with a glimmer. 


“I asked my dad that once. He wasn’t sure but had theories. Some lakes carried enough gold or mud, I’m not sure which, to have this golden look to it. He guessed that settlers thought the same with this lake when they came here.”


“Highman was part of the gold rush?” Madison asked.


Terry shrugged, “I don’t think so? My dad’s not a big historian. To be honest it felt like he was making it up on the spot. Could be cool to see it golden though. Would the rain be gold?” 


Madison hoped not. The idea of golden showers brought two images to her mind, one of which she was remarkably familiar with down to the bitter taste on her tongue. 


They found a private spot past some bushes with a clearing that had just enough shade to cuddle under. Her face flushed red at the thought, imagining how hard Terry’s heartbeat would be against her head. Unraveling the blanket the two rested down, Madison lying on her stomach to avoid more pressure against her plug. 


While she knew he brought nothing but food in that wicker basket, Madison imagined him rustling for rope when digging through it. She thumbed her neck, bare from any collar in the flesh but her mind’s eye came back to Halloween night. Where she, as an imp of Ruth’s design, had been led by a leash held by a handsome brown rabbit dressed like a priest. 


“So…what did you pack for this?” She asked, “Sorry I didn’t bring anything.” The risk of Ruth finding out was too great. Whatever favor Heidi would call in was well worth the subterfuge of this date.


“My dad packed it actually,” Terry said sheepishly. “I helped make it, but he was thorough that I try something unique. I wanted to do something simple with tortillas but then he ranted about how I was going all tex-mex on him.” 


“What’s wrong with tex-mex?” Madison watched the tupperware pulled from his basket with intrigue. She wasn’t well-versed in what counted as traditional food. Outside of Mexican dishes, which were always tex-mex, she didn’t know what dishes people from Spain ate. 


“Nothing, if my dad isn’t in the room. He gets upset about it being the result of colonization. I’m not sure why that bothers him since we would be the colonizers, but I don’t really care. Do you like sardines?”


“I’ve never had them.” 


Terry popped off the lid. The scent of salted fish mixed with black pepper hit her nose before she got a good look. To be blunt, it looked like a form of meaty paste with chives and shredded shallots adding extra color. None of it looked appetizing, but she wasn’t one to turn down the meal. 


“Does it come with spoons?” 


“You spread it.” Terry demonstrated with a butter knife and a loaf of bread that didn’t look store-bought. The slice handed to her looked uneven like unmelted butter forcibly dragged over toast. “My dad’s able to make it smoother. I can never get the shallots diced evenly.”


“Is that bad?” Before Highman Madison did small kitchen work. Free labor was something she’d grown used to. Her knife work was never clean and Ruth, who did cook for her at times, used extra tools to chop veggies rather than a knife. 


“Well it helps even things out when cooking,” Terry explained, “My dad says not to worry about it but when I see how he cuts things I can’t help but feel inadequate. I don’t even want to run the food truck but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to do well.”


“What do you want to do?” She asked, taking a bite. The meat was lightly salted so as not to overwhelm the flavor and there was a hint of lemon juice. 


Terry paused, spread his portion across a slice, and took a bite. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll do track for the Olympics. Or maybe I’ll make video games.” He shrugged, “I’m just not sure. You?”


Her face soured as if the bitter scent of Ruth’s gas station stung her nose. As a slave, she had no future, no matter how ‘kindly’ the bear treated her. “I don’t know,” she lied, expecting to be a hole in the gas station until she was no longer useful. Maybe there was hope. A future where she could be by Terry’s side and leave this hell behind. But she’d never escape free of the town’s taint. Halloween made that clear with how right she felt at the end of a leash. The burning desire tingled at the back of her neck when he pulled her in close for a kiss. There and then she did not hate being a slave. Perhaps if she was his, she would be happy.


But what did he like? He had her by a literal leash that evening and took no more than a kiss she offered. Did he have darker desires? Could she fulfill them if he asked? She had to know. 


“So,” Madison gulped, her face flushing red behind her black fur, “You’ve never told me what you’re, um, into.”


Terry blushed back, his eyes darting away. “Well, I mean, I never thought it great to bring up.”


“Why not?” Madison pushed. They lived in a town where her best friend had a donkey boy’s dick locked up for her amusement and routinely came by her house to ‘domme’ lessons with Ruth, lessons that always made Madison the main subject. Her first day at school resulted in her being used like a urinal in the girl’s bathroom for punching a student. What desires could Terry possibly be afraid of sharing in comparison? “You can trust me.”


“Well, what about you?” He asked. “M-Maybe you should share first.”


That wasn’t something she expected. Most guys, from her albeit limited experience as a whole in a stall, loved to talk about their stuff. Some nights patrons would just give her their life story in the midst of plowing her, most claiming how she fulfilled desires they couldn’t do on their own daughters or revenge for something she could care less about. 


As for her preferences, Madison wasn’t sure. She didn’t find women attractive, which gave Ruth a kick whenever she made the mustelid eat her out. She didn’t care so much for being used as a urinal. There was one aspect of her position she found some comfort in. The faintest light in the dark tunnel of her hell. 


“I…I like big dicks.” Madison muttered under her breath. Terry stared at her, puzzled. “N-Not that size really matters.” She said, hypocritically if only to keep him from assessing his own size. She still hadn’t seen his dick and the bulge in one man’s pants wasn’t always accurate. 


“Big dicks?” He repeated. “Do you have a reason?”


Regretting that she asked, Madison answered as her heartbeat sped up. “I like how they, uh, stretch me out.” She explained, biting her lip as she clutched his hand tight. “My butt is, um, stretchy but it doesn’t stay that way. S-Someone once said it was elastic. You saw the size of the plug I wore on Halloween, right?”


He shook his head, “I never took it out of you.”


“Oh.” Madison, still blushing, held up her fist and clenched it. At Terry’s shock, she added, “It’s closer to a soda can, but I can take an adult’s fist easily. S-Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up. I know this town is weird and fucked up when it comes to sex, but you haven’t really expressed that and I don’t even know why I’m asking.” The flood of words couldn’t put out the fire of shame building in her chest. Terry brought her to a nice picnic in the park. A regular date. Something she wanted more than anything and it fell upon her to mess it up. 


“I like piercings.” He said, stopping her torrent of words. An itch must have crawled behind his head given how hard he started to scratch it. “There’s just something about seeing mods like that on someone. The way they shine, how they move with the body, how a person reacts when you pull and, um, twist…” 


Piercings? She expected him to be an ass man or something like bondage, those she could tolerate. But her piercings? Madison clenched her fists. “Is that why you approached me? Cause of how my pussy clinks?” 


He blinked. “What? Madison no, I–” He reached for her only for Madison to bat him away.


“I didn’t get these because I wanted them.” She growled, “She made me get them. Claimed it was for my protection. And you think they’re hot?” Madison shot up and walked off, unable to look at him through the tears building in her eyes. She stopped not of her own accord but by a solid wall of flesh that stood in her way, knocking her down to the grass. 


She looked up at the figure looming over her. Loose sweatpants and a matching gray windbreaker covered his frame. A long equine face stared down at her, smiling eagerly. “So, you like big dicks, huh?” He said in a familiar voice that sank her heart. “Little sizequeen in the making?” He hefted his crotch, already outlining a growing cock. “Well, you’re in luck. Jerry’s got just what you need and the desire to give it to ya.”


Madison’s mind told her to scream but her mouth didn’t listen. Her eyes were transfixed on the throbbing rod budding through the pants. Her desires blossomed and she cursed every second of it while refusing to move or run. She’d never actually seen Jerry. Times in the stall kept her hooded for customer privacy sometimes, and Jerry arrived on those days. He looked unshaven, and her fear heightened the sense that he hadn’t bathed for at least two days. His mane blew in the wind, hints of gray accented along the brown hairs.


Terry did it instead. “Leave her alone.” He stepped between her and Jerry, arms up to defend her. “She’s not–” Jerry interrupted with a knee to the rabbit boy’s chest, sending him hurtling over Madison. He crashed against the basket, making a mess of the food.


The stallion grabbed her mouth before she could scream for Terry. “Ah, ah, ah, little whore.” The horse chided, “I don’t want you shouting out anything to spoil our fun. I didn’t spend so long waiting for you to be alone just to have you ruin it.” With the strength of an adult, he lifted her by the head and dragged Madison through the bushes. She kicked out at him, blow after blow meaning nothing to him. She might as well be kicking a telephone pole to tip it over. 


He sent her flying till her back collided against a tree. Dazed from the impact, Madison opened her mouth by mistake. Without warning he shoved his cock into it, thumbs pulling her maw up to take it. “I bet you’re a smart girl, so let me tell you what will happen if you do something stupid like bite down. It’ll be the last time you have any teeth.”


One of the first things Ruth set out to do when taking Madison under her leash was suppressing her gag reflex. Clients couldn’t skullfuck her without worry if she puked in the process. But the sudden thrust down her throat, combined with the size and the pain in the back of her head from impact, made Madison choke. His hips bashed her against hard bark. Hot and heavy balls slapped her chin with every thrust. Her arms hung by his sides, useless and unresponsive to the onslaught. 


Worst of all, she was wet. Not from the size, Madison feared she’d suffocate from it. But the forceful nature making her saliva spill like rivers from her mouth helped arousal form a wet spot in her jeans. Jerry noticed the tears in her eyes and grinned, bucking harder so that his cock punched into the roof of her stomach. “Fucking rape bait,” he cackled, “Your bitch of an owner is wasting you. I might as well take you home and–” 


Electricity surged through her body by way of his cock. Too stuffed to scream, Madison’s jaw muscles spasmed her mouth shut, forcing her to bite down without leverage. Jerry cried out, whether from the sudden charge hitting him or her teeth digging in she wasn’t sure. 


He pulled out violently, her teeth leaving white lines of dead cells across his rod. Her urge to vomit stifled itself with three coughs as she clasped her throat. Each heavy gasp carried the bastard’s taste across her tongue. Hacking saliva down to the grass and roots below wasn’t enough to relieve her of him. Jerry’s scream grabbed her attention. The brown bunny who brought her out stood over the stallion, hunched down and pressing a taser at their assailant’s sack. Blue lightning snapped three times before the jolt rocketed, sending the stallion reeling over. Terry didn’t relent. 


“Y-Y-You f-fucking brat!” Jerry stuttered through grit teeth, kicking out wildly. Terry was fast but not enough to dodge each strike, with one hoof knocking his taser away to the bushes. Next she knew, Terry yanked her through the opposing bushes, taking the opportunity to flee while the stallion nursed his balls.


“What about your taser?” Madison said too fast for her to understand herself.


“The battery was dying. Hurry.” Prickly leaves tore at their clothes and fur. Jerry roared behind them, first besmirching Terry for going after his nuts and promising to deliver it back tenfold, then he called for Madison.


“No use running, little girl. I’m just doing what feels right, and I know you feel the same. I’ve enjoyed you enough in that gas station to tell you like to struggle. You may act all reluctant but I can see your piercings drenched whenever I make a move in that stall of yours. Why not let me take you home? I can give you a good dick every day unlike that dyke you’re leashed to.”


Hunkered behind a tree, Terry clamped her mouth shut. The pounding of her heart shook Madison’s body as hooved steps crunched through leaves and twigs. They came closer, with the stallion’s rants growing louder and vile. How he’d lock her in a windowless basement, replace her diet with his seed, and make her work for it, ultimately breaking her down into some personal cocksleeve. The mustelid bit her lip hard enough to draw blood at the image. She crossed her legs in protest, quivering in heat.


“There,” Terry whispered, pointing to the public bathrooms. “We can hide in the ladies' room. There’s a broom to help lock it from the inside.” Rather than question how he knew that, Madison nodded when he asked if she could run. “Good. I’ll be right behind you.”


“Promise?” Madison held his hand tight.


“Promise.”


In a mad dash, they broke through the woods, leaping over grass and pavement with every step their young legs carried them. As he promised, Terry stayed behind her and locked the stall door with the broom handle. Not taking chances, he rushed her into one of the stalls where they huddled together.


“Are you ok?” Terry asked, clutching her head tight. Madison nodded in shock, not realizing that her eyes itched because she hadn’t blinked since running. Terry didn’t press, having put away his phone to hold her closer. “I called the cops. We just need to stay quiet until then and–”


Madison shoved him to the floor without thinking. Cops were bad. She didn’t have a high opinion of them before Highman since they’d try to shove her back into the system whenever they caught her. Things were different now that she had a person to be shoved back to, someone who didn’t know she was out there and didn’t know about Terry. “No boys,” Ruth told her. She’d never see the rabbit again after this. Never feel his soft brown fur between her fingers, or feel his heart skip at his cute smile. She needed to give him something to remember her by. Madison had nothing to offer but her sexual training.


Terry deserved one good blowjob before they split.


There was no bulge when she pulled at his zipper. Reasonable, she believed, given what had just happened. Her mouth would make it hard. His tighty whities, cute as they were on him, also lacked any sort of imprint. Was he just so small? Did her sizequeen comment hurt him? The mustelid shook her head. Cocksize didn’t matter, not now. 


She did not find a tiny pecker behind his underwear. Pulling it down, Madison came face to face with the familiar look of a pussy. Wide-eyed, she looked up to find Terry hiding his blush between both arms. “S-Surprise?” he whispered with a struggling smile. “I’m not a girl. I’m just…well, I wasn’t born in the right body.”


Internally, Madison screamed. Why did everything important to her happen in a bathroom?