       Madison wasn’t a stranger to wet dreams. Though she’d never admit it to Ruth, she used to dream about the bear often in the early months of her ‘adoption’ so to speak. She’d wake up every morning soaking from dreams of sweaty bear cunt forced against her face, unable to wretch the disgusting taste or rid herself of the smell for the first few seconds of the day. Longer if Ruth decided she wanted attention that morning. As straight as she was, they were more like wet nightmares. 
       
       She’d had dreams about her boyfriend, Terry. They weren’t all arousing, and not all the ones that did gave him an actual dick. Madison loved dick, but something about Terry made him attractive with or without one. They’d go on dates, kiss, and usually end with her servicing his cunt in private. She enjoyed those dreams. They made her hopeful for her relationship.
       
       But wet dreams about Isolde were…extra. Often Madison would find herself in the porcupine’s presence, kneeling on the floor in servitude. Isolde would smile with subtle sadistic glee, raising a boot for the stinkbadger to clean with her tongue before they would begin. She hated licking sole, the taste of leather almost permanently stuck in her mouth now. 
       
       It was the commands that got her. The blind obedience dream Madison gave, like she were a passenger in her own body. Madison cursed and swore at the memory of it, but in the moment she was drenched with need at every order, no matter how degrading, and the punishments that came if she weren’t fast enough. Ruth knew how to hurt her with a tug of her hair, but when Isolde did it Madison’s legs nearly gave way. 
       
       Then came the biting. The pulling of her nipple rings. The swatting of her body by the sharp end of a quill pulled out to torment her. In her dream Madison thanked her Mistress for each one. Awake, Madison could only hide her blush at the memory. 
       
       She loved Terry. But Isolde? She lusted after Isolde. Why couldn’t they be one and the same? Why was there no sadistic guy in this entire town who had the hots for her? Well, one she had the hots for back anyway. Not that Ruth would approve of anyone with a dick taking Madison, at least not until she was 18 and could decide for herself. 
       
       She had to tell Terry. But she couldn’t. How would he react if she told him his straight girlfriend was lusting after another woman? Bad enough she was already busy with Isolde. Her act as Lizzy paired so well with the porcupine that Isolde was getting her own little series and needed Madison for at least three of them before thinking of getting different subs. Even out of that Isolde had been slipping new roles for Madison, always with a justification for the hood of course. Dungeon slave, adopted sister turned family bitch, unrequited love made into a service toy, and more. 
       
       School hadn’t been any easier. Classes had suddenly ramped up with tests and quizzes, meaning whatever time she had to herself was spent studying. The same could be said for everyone, with even Heidi giving Tinkerbell enough slack on his leash to pass his classes. 
       So, when the holiday break hit, Madison had one goal in mind; confront Terry. Underwood Studios had her film a few holiday specials because of course a gimp would be someone’s Christmas present, so her week was busy. But the weekend was finally clear. 
       
       Not wanting Ruth’s opinion on her love life, Madison decided to walk to Terry’s house. She’d lived long enough in Highman to know the shortcuts from the Outskirts to his house, and her early Christmas present of a bike made a two-hour trek into thirty minutes of riding. 
       “Aren’t you worried I’ll ride out of town on this?” Madison asked when she got it, her brow raised in suspicion. 
       
       Ruth chuckled with strangely comforting affection and tussled the stinkbadger’s hair, “Nah. You’d come back.”
       
       “What makes you so sure?”
       
       “Because the idea of what I’d do to you when that happens is making your legs wobble.”
       
       They did then. They did now as Madison peddled through the streets, passing daytime streetwalkers, bums, and the occasional civilian blind to debauchery. 
       
       Terry’s dad was delighted to see her, if a bit surprised that she came unannounced. “Your mom with you?” He asked, peering out to see no butch bears in sight.
       “Ruth didn’t drop me off.”
       
       The older bunny blinked. “You rode here? I knew your mother was hands off but that’s wreckless.”
       
       Hands-off was not how she’d describe Ruth. Nor mom, but that descriptor didn’t seem to bother her as much anymore when other people said it. “Is Terry home?”
       
       “Yeah, he’s upstairs,” Terry’s dad directed his thumb toward the stairs, “I can call him down if you’d like.”
       
       “No, thank you.” The last thing Madison wanted was for this conversation to be within earshot of anyone passing by. “He’s expecting me, actually. Can I come in?” 
       
       If Terry’s father suspected the lie he didn’t show it. He let Madison pass and ignored her as she stepped up the stairs with all the grace of a manic fish heaved onto a deck. Her heart pounded and her pierced nipples throbbed when she reached his door. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she’d leave this house single, and it hurt because she truly did love Terry. But he wasn’t what she needed to feel satisfied. She imagined growing resentful over time, and he didn’t deserve resentment for being his kind self. He deserved someone who loved him for him. No matter how much she wanted to be that person.
       
       Steeling her resolve, Madison opened the door.
       
       “Oh fuck!” Terry cried out. The bunny leaned back into his computer chair, legs splayed to both corners of his desk which held an open laptop. Playing on the screen, from the sound Madison heard, was porn. And Terry, from the wet noises, was enjoying it. 
       
       The normal response to seeing one’s boyfriend enjoy porn in such a brazen manner is to take it as a personal insult and march out loudly. After all, it implies that you are not enough. But Madison, for better or worse, wasn’t normal anymore. If she ever was. While the urge to storm out of the house was there, it was quelled by the immediate curiosity of what exactly he could be watching. 
       
       It couldn’t be something vanilla. Terry wasn’t kinky, but the way he was enjoying himself implied that it was something he enjoyed immensely and he didn’t seem the kind of person to enjoy vanilla porn. Madison crept closer, like a thief with a snoring guard, until she could peer over his shoulder to see what he was watching. The image shocked her.
       
       “Is that me?” She asked. 
       
       Terry, rightfully, freaked out at her presence. He caught himself from falling, exposing more of the scene on screen in doing so. It came from Underwood Studio’s personal website behind the member’s only section where shoots were streamed. There, in a theater mode video, was Madison, or the gimp hooded Lizzie Bean as her stage name went by, being suspended by her thick nipple rings to the tips of her toes. Her nipples ached in the memory of that shoot, having needed to do several takes that created the illusion of one long megacut. 
       
       The bunny shot up and covered his computer with his body, hastily clicking away. “No, not at all.”
       
       “It is me.” Madison snapped, unsure if she should be angry or take it as a compliment. Anger was more natural. “How do you even have an account on that website?” 
       
       “Dad’s card,” Terry said, “W-What are you doing here?”
       
       “What are you doing masturbating to…this?” 
       
       “To you?” Terry asked, raising his brow, “Is it any different from imagining it? I mean, you imagine me at times, right?”
       
       She had told him that at least once, but this was very different. One’s imagination was a personal bastion where no one was allowed to judge unless acted upon. Actual porn was, well, acted upon in some ways. 
       
       Mentally taking a step back, Madison calmed herself. It wasn’t out of the ordinary in this town for Terry to watch porn from Underwood Studios. He had friends who worked there, so maybe that offered him a discount. And given the type of porn he was watching of her, it tracked he’d enjoy anything involving her piercings. 
       
       “If it’s not different then you wouldn’t mind me looking through your history, would you?” Madison said. Terry’s face went white. She knew he was debating letting her look at his history, or just letting her stab him. It wasn’t exactly fair, but she needed to know what he’d been looking at. Maybe there was hope he could be more dominant in bed.
       
       He relented the chair to her. To her surprise most videos he watched were either piercings related, or involving her. She tried not to sound judgy about it, “You know this stuff is like, fake, right? We don’t spend full hours in these ties.”
       
       “I mean, most of it is, yeah.”
       
       “No, all of it.”
       
       Terry gave her a look that argued otherwise, “Not your enjoyment.”
       
       Madison’s laugh felt more forced than she expected. “Oh, 100% my enjoyment. I fucking hate working for Underwood.”
       
       “Have…have you ever watched one of your videos?”
       
       Of course she hadn’t. Filming them was bad enough and it’s not like she cared about how well she did. That was for the director to decide and they could keep a shoot going for hours if they weren’t satisfied. She would know, she’d been the victim of such choices and not always because it was her fault. 
       
       So when Terry started showing her the videos something refused to click. There was an enthusiasm in her. Lots of tongue, lots of subtle gyrating of her cunt to earn a smacking, and the noises she made felt too real. “I’m acting, that’s all.”
       
       Terry saw through her denial. “Hun, you can’t act. Isn’t that why you are wearing the mask?”
       
       “I wear the hood so no one knows it’s me.” 
       
       “Anyone who’s seen you naked can tell it’s you.”
       
       “Wow, cool. So not everyone in town,” Madison snapped. Though given how many Johns visited the Back-in-Gas when she was pushed into the stalls, it was more than she liked. “Not like anyone at school has said anything.”
       
       “Most kids steer clear of you after you punched Kiki.”
       
       “That was a while ago.” Come to think of it, she hadn’t been bullied since then. She hadn’t seen Kiki for a few months now. “Where has Kiki been anyway?” 
       
       Terry shrugged, “I don’t know. New school maybe? Look, we’re getting off track.”
       
       “And what’s the track supposed to be? That I like being a pornstar, cause I don’t.”
       
       “No, that’s not what I’m saying,” Terry said, heaving with a longwinded sigh, “Look it’s…it’s clear that you like this hardcore stuff way more than me. The whole whips, chains, bondage, and slavery thing just never sat as arousing to me. It’s more of a hassle. And you like to act that if someone’s not careful they’ll lose a finger.”
       
       He could not be going there. Not when she intended to go there first. “That’s not…not entirely wrong,” Madison said, taking a moment to calm herself, “That’s actually why I’m here.”
       “Is…is this the breakup talk?”
       
       Madison’s heart dropped. “No!” She shouted, catching Terry by surprise. “I mean, no, I don’t want it to be. But…ugh, we need to talk about it.”
       
       The two motioned to his bed to better sit and exchange what needed to be said. Madison took Terry’s hand, squeezing it as she tried finding the right words. “I love you, Terry. You’re like, the closest thing to normalcy I’ve had in this fucked up town. Even Ruth likes you, hence that gift she gave you. But when we’re being…intimate, I can’t help feel like something is missing.”
       
       The rabbit nodded solemnly, “Yeah…I’ve noticed that too.” He looked away for a moment to build up courage, “I like being with you. But there’s this sense that I can’t please you the way you want to be. At first, I thought it was fine. After all, you are a slave, it’s in your nature to like that sort of thing.”
       
       Madison would argue it wasn’t but the words failed to materialize. 
       
       “I figured I could be the person for when you’re not doing that. But after watching those vids, especially with Isolde, it feels like I’m around someone wearing more of a mask than the one on camera. I want to be the one for you, but I don’t think I’m enough.”
       
       She blushed when he brought up Isolde. That damn porcupine ruined not just her dreams but her boyfriend’s confidence. “I want us to stay together, but if you aren’t comfortable with being unable to satisfy me…”
       
       “I don’t know…” Terry said, “I mean, I don’t have anything in common with Ruth. Hell, she might even be manlier than me.”
       
       “In hygiene, sure,” Madison said, earning a chuckle from her boyfriend. 
       
       “Well excuse me for liking to be clean,” Terry argued, “But yeah, I don’t have much in common with her. But as your current owner it’s her that even allows us to date. Whoever you give yourself too might not be so open. So it scares me to one day have our relationship broken because of an order from a third party. If there was someone we both liked then maybe…”
       
       The proverbial lightbulb clicked in Madison’s mind. “Hey, Terry, do you know a girl name Isolde?” 
       
       Terry paused at the question. “No? Should I?”
       
       Madison figured he should if he watched all her videos, but then she realized Isolde had a stagename. Everyone did, some were just more adamant about using it on stage while others were ok with using it just in promotion. “The porcupine girl I star in roles with.”
       
       “Mistress Pierce?” 
       
       Madison blinked in a slow manner designed for the silent ‘Are you serious?’ questions. “Yeah…” She said without confidence. A quick search on the website star profiles confirmed it. Out of curiosity she looked up hers, and found with frustration that they listed her as a lesbian who likes orientation play. “Motherfuckers…”
       
       “I don’t think she’s in the Motherfuckers series. Not something I’ve watched though.”
       
       Madison sighed, “No, it’s not. Nevermind. She’s my costar and, I’ve…well, it’s hard to explain.”
       
       Terry looked at her with a straight face, “She’s what you need in the bedroom.”
       
       “N-Not like that!” Madison said, baulking at the accusation. “Ok, maybe, sorta, yes. She’s such a nerd off-camera. Like, total dweeb. Nice but annoying. On camera, or maybe just in bed, she’s…she something else. It’s not like with Ruth who playfully taunts me. Her voice just carries this weight that has me obeying even when I don’t want to. It’s almost addictive.”
       
       “One doesn’t start a breakup talk by glazing their new lover.”
       
       “This isn’t a breakup. It’s an idea.”
       
       “For what?”
       
       She pinched him. “For us, if you’ll let me finish. Because if she likes you, then maybe she won’t mind us dating if she, well, you know.”
       
       Terry’s eyes widened. “You’re considering her?” 
       
       The accusation made her blush. “I haven’t met anyone else I liked enough.”
       
       “But you’re straight. I thought you’d go for a guy. Or at least someone with a dick.”
       
       Madison would be lying if she said she wasn’t sad about the lack of dick. Even on set her contract forbade her from seeing dick on set, having her be blindfolded for any scene involving it and being given fewer and fewer scenes. She abhorred cunt despite her skill with it, but the people with one she enjoyed reasonably enough. Even Ruth, and she…well, hate didn’t fit anymore. More like loved with contempt. 
       
       “I did too,” she said, finally, “And it’s not like this is immediate. I have time.”
       
       “So why bring it up?” 
       
       “Because I noticed the vids I have with her are on the top of your favs list in rewatches.” 
       
       Terry blushed. “I mean…her using her own quills is hot.”
       
       “Would you like to meet her?” She asked. “I know where she lives. We can bike there.” 
       
       “Are you hoping that I get along with your potential new owner?” He asked. 
       
       With reluctance she nodded. “I’d rather we try before deciding if we need to break up. Plus, maybe you’ll have something in common other than me.”
       
       “Like what?”
       
       She looked at him and debated if she really had to say the obvious. Apparently, it was in a boy’s nature, or maybe a straight boy’s nature, to be dense. “Piercings, dude. Piercings.” 
       
       Together the two biked up to Isolde’s house. Despite her regular exercise, Terry outpaced her. Madison told herself it was because he was athletic, and not because she liked looking at his ass. 
       
       Isolde’s mom answered the front door when they arrived. Madison never paid much attention to the older porcupine, but came to realize that she seemed fidgety in the presence of others. As if she was fighting the urge to be on her knees. She spoke in a soft voice befitting of someone who bowed her head when speaking to others. “Lizzy? What are you doing here?”
       
       Madison’s cheeks went red at the sound of her pornstar name. “Madison, Miss. Lizzy is my stage name.”
       
       “Lizzy Bean,” Terry added despite no one asking. Madison gave him a quick glare.
       
       “Oh, heavens. I’m so sorry, Madison,” She said, “I’m just used to you visiting under that name for show readings. Is that not why you’re here?” 
       
       “Is Isolde in?” Madison asked. It was a dumb question because Isolde was always in, she was a shut-in, unlike Terry who liked to go out and do things. Somehow that wasn’t a negative, because the moment Madison considered Isolde a shut-in she imagined herself bound beside the porcupine, acting as anything from a drink holder to a snuggle pillow. She batted the thought aside as she did all the others, but it didn’t make her nipple piercings less noticeable when her nipples tightened in arousal. 
       
       Isolde’s mother directed them upstairs. Inside they found Isolde staring at a computer monitor just like Madison found Terry. Only instead of the sounds of sex, Madison heard something in Japanese spoken in fragments like some sort of archaic meme. Isolde reacted much the same way as if it were porn and covered her screen when the two entered. “Mom, what the fuck?!” She shouted, “I’m busy!”
       
       “Not your mom,” Madison said.
       
       “Sorry, sweetie!” Isolde’s mom called from downstairs, “I thought you and your friends set up a playdate. I’ll make it up to you later!”
       
       Isolde threw her head back and made the same guttural sound every teenage girl makes in movies when their parents don’t listen. “Leave me alone, mom!” She stomped over and slammed the door after Madison and Terry entered inside, then plopped back down to her computer chair and continued to watch whatever it was that had her transfixed. Ignoring Terry and Madison.
       
       “So…this is who gets your off?” Terry asked. Not in a judgmental or even guarded sense like he was annoyed she found Isolde more attractive. More in a confused sense like finding out one’s sister was in love with someone that had no hygiene or was a complete moron. Madison had to admit Isolde didn’t give off the most domineering impression right away. At least, not one of authority. 
       
       “Isolde?” Madison spoke up. 
       
       Isolde turned to face them, her eyes widening when she realized who they were. “Oh, Madison. Hi!” She said, her face bright, “Sorry, didn’t mean to get angry but my mom doesn’t talk to me right unless I scream at her.” Something about how she said that didn’t sit right. As if she hated needing to shout at her mom. This thought was forgotten when Isolde looked at Terry and asked, “Who are you? You a new star at Underwood?”
       
       Terry, who by no means had ever performed before a camera, went red in the face at Isolde’s question. “Uh, n-no. Never really thought about it really. Seems like a lot of work and I don’t think I’d be popular.”
       
       “Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” Isolde grinned, twisting off her seat to get a closer look at Terry. Their height difference was negligible but something about the porcupine made Terry seem shorter. 
       
       “He’s my boyfriend,” Madison said, finally taking the moment to step in. 
       
       Isolde’s ears perked. She smiled. “Boyfriend? Oh wow, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”
       
       “I’ve mentioned it,” Madison said with a hint of doubt. Surely, she had brought this up somewhere at work. Then again, how often did she have time to bring up casual stuff like her boyfriend when her mouth was either gagged or between someone else’s legs. 
       It might have never slipped. 
       
       “So…are you a cuck?” Isolde asked out of nowhere. Terry baulked and Madison felt the urge to slap someone. Though it fell by the wayside when she looked at Isolde. Strange how the thought of hitting the porcupine filled her with disgust. 
       
       “N-No?” Terry said, strangely not sure himself. “Why would I be?”
       
       “Well, you know Madison does porn, right?”
       
       “He’s aware,” Madison said, twisting the knife in her boyfriend’s back by mistake. 
       
       “B-But I am not a cuck,” Terry assured everyone. His face reddened at the idea of it. Madison found herself raising her brow in response. She had walked in on him fingering himself to one of her videos with someone else. That seemed like cuck behavior. And if it was, who cared? Terry didn’t need that kind of masculinity. 
       
       “So, you’re ok with Madison as a pornstar?” Isolde asked.
       
       “I’m ok with a lot of things,” Terry muttered, “I kind of have to be if I want to keep dating her. Though I suspect she already told you that.”
       
       “Has she?” Isolde asked, turning to Madison, “Sorry, did you tell me something important? I may have forgotten over, well, everything else.”
       
       In hindsight, Madison should have. No time like the present. With a deep breath Madison explained her situation. From her adoption/abduction from Ruth, which Isolde found hot at the worst times, to her kidnapping at the police, to Madison’s technical status as Ruth’s slave as well as her adoptive daughter. “Originally I thought Terry could be my master when I got old enough. But, well, attempts together have felt really lackluster.”
       
       “Stab me harder,” Terry said. He didn’t disagree from the way he looked at her, but no one liked being compared so openly like that. “I knew I couldn’t be what she needed the moment her mom had her eat her out in front of me. I’m just not that…mean.”
       
       “You lack the drive,” Isolde said, fully engaged. “You can top. But you can’t dominate. And she wants to be dominated. Despite all evidence to the contrary.”
       
       Terry laughed, “Oh my god, yes. She complains so much about it but I know how wet she is in those videos. She’s the only one they give close ups on her cunt for.”
       
       Having never watched her own videos because of a little thing called decency. Madison blushed at the thought of hundreds, perhaps thousands or more, watching close ups of her piercing sealed cunt flowing with juices on screen. The sooner she could retire, the better. 
       
       “So…is this like a send off?” Isolde asked. “Like, are you giving her to me or is there something else going on?”
       
       Terry looked flummoxed. “She’s…she’s not mine to give.”
       
       “Right,” Isolde said, embarrassed, “But, like, that’s what this is about, right?”
       
       Madison sighed, “I…I want you two to like each other.” She hadn’t so much as planned this as moved one foot in front of the other with a vague idea of how to proceed. She wanted to keep dating Terry, and as fine as he was with her doing the things Ruth had her do, she didn’t want Isolde to be in the dark with her and Terry. Especially if she was going to keep having wet dreams about the porcupine. Just because Isolde was a pornstar doesn’t mean she couldn’t be possessive. If anything, she already was on set. 
       
       Isolde spoke up first, “Um…why? No offense intended, Terry seems cool, but it’s not like we have much in common besides you.”
       
       “B-Because,” Madison bit her lip. God, she’d have to actually say it. Taking a deep breath, she let loose her concerns and spoke clearly, “Because I think you’d be a good choice as my mistress. But I don’t want to abandon Terry.”
       
       After a moment Isolde asked, “If I told you too, would you?”
       
       “Yes,” Madison said without hesitation. She’d resent Isolde for it, but the porcupine’s tone didn’t ask for clarification. The sad truth of the matter was that, for as much as Madison would complain, argue, and rebel, she’d never outright refuse an order unless the person demanding it could force her to act on it. She wanted to be pushed, to be forced against the wall and made to be someone’s bitch, and every bone in her body hated her for the pleasure it brought. But if it came to such a simple order, she’d follow it. It’s why she hadn’t denied Ruth’s authority on getting dick. At her core, past the bluster and defiance, she was a slave. And slaves obey.
       
       Terry didn’t look as hurt as he could be. There was pain in his eyes, but more of the kind that was knowing. Expecting the outcome. He knew it just as much as she did that she needed an owner. Madison wanted a lover, but the odds of getting both in one person that Ruth would approve of was low. Even if they did have years to find it, Madison figured it wouldn’t happen. 
       
       Throughout this entire conversation Isolde’s posture had grown straighter and refined, as though she were some Fortune 500 CEO dealing with business proposals. “Get us something to drink. Downstairs. My mom will know,” she commanded. Madison obeyed, hanging her head to hide her shame and flushed cheeks. At least she got to wear a hood whenever Heidi came by for dominance lessons. 
       
       Their conversation faded upon the thump of footsteps Madison descended down. What exactly they were talking about set her nerves alight. Was Isolde telling Terry he couldn’t see Madison anymore? Would she agree to that? Would Terry fight for her or leave dejected over what could have been? Would she fight for him? She didn’t like any of the answers that came. The ones that gave her hope were flimsy at best. 
       
       She should have waited. What was another six years? She might not even want to be dating Terry by then anyway. Ruth teased her about young love all the time and, as loathe as was to admit it, the bear had points.
       
       Shaking her head at the base of the stairs, Madison headed to the kitchen to get drinks. Service was a distraction. She was used to distracting herself. It’s how she could initially stomach eating Ruth’s cunt without puking. 
       
       The kitchen had a modern black stone countertop and a chrome colored fridge. Wooden floors diverged into stone to the fridge from the small island in the center. Sitting by the island with a steaming cup of something, coffee if Madison guessed because that’s what adults often drank, was Isolde’s mother. Despite her quills the older porcupine dressed herself up in a baggy sweater and a long dress with snowflake patterns. She had a pair of reading glasses but they hung by her neck while her tired eyes looked over a tablet she’d flipped open to type on. Madison’s sudden approach startled her. 
       
       “Oh, hello,” Isolde’s mother said, “Sorry, I didn’t expect anyone. Is Isolde with you?”
       “She’s talking with Terry,” Madison cringed the moment she said it. Highmen Break was weird in that, despite how common people fucked there was still sensible norms like not leaving a boy and girl alone in a room with a closed door. “They’re just talking, for what it’s worth.”
       
       The porcupine blinked innocently, “What else would they be doing?”
       
       Madison, deciding it better not to say, asked for the drinks she was sent to get. “Oh, of course. Did my Isolde specify what she wanted?” Madison shook her head at the question. The mother deflated. “Oh, well I think I have something. Wouldn’t want her to get upset.”
       
       The way she said that gave Madison pause. Madison was Ruth’s daughter and her slave, but she figured that wasn’t a rare dynamic. But how did that work for kids who were more dominant? Did they have dominant parents, or were their parents the victims? She didn’t want to get the poor woman in trouble. “What would she do if she was?”
       
       “I suppose more of the same. We don’t talk much.”
       
       “Oh…” That didn’t sound that bad. Madison could go a few days without Ruth butting in. Though a part of her knew that wasn’t true. 
       
       “It’s alright,” the mother said with a weak smile. “It’s my fault, really. I pushed her too hard before we moved here. I thought I was setting her up for success but I ended up giving her nothing but cracks. We moved here for a fresh start and while things changed I fear not enough was. Even with that…studio, she failed to make any friends. At least, any friends her age that liked being a friend and not, well, whatever it is they do.”
       
       “You don’t know?”
       
       The mother looked away, “I don’t watch. Isolde came to me asking to do it and something about her made me unable to say no.”
       
       Isolde had that effect on people. Even in the studio people higher up in the chain of command struggled to deny her requests. Madison figured that was why she was paired with the porcupine so often. Yet Isolde didn’t seem aware of this, at least not enough to abuse it. Or maybe she was smart enough to know not to push her limits too far. Madison recalled how passive her co-star was off camera and decided it had to be the former. 
       
       “Can you tell me something?” Isolde’s mother asked, “Are you friends with my daughter? Truly friends? I won’t kick you out if you say no. I just want to know if you’re not just seeing her as a costar or as someone to climb over. It’ll break her heart and I’m not the best to mend it.”
       
       The blunt question made Madison stiffen with rage. “Of course she’s my friend,” she growled. “I’m not someone who just uses people. I’m not–”
       
       “I’m glad,” the porcupine said, smiling with tearful eyes. “She needs friends. I can’t be her friend, not after everything I put her through. I’m not sure I can be her mother. Best I can do is be her provider.”
       
       Madison thought back to Ruth. Her ‘caretaker’ that abused her. It was still abuse but now she, and she’d never admit it, liked it when the gear grabbed her randomly in the mornings. She enjoyed the moments of struggling she could muster while the bear prodded her asshole. But she enjoyed the aftercare as well. The breakfasts, the late night shows they watched together, the advice she gave. Ruth was a slave driver, but she was also a mother. If anyone cared about their child, they couldn’t be worse than Ruth. 
       
       “I think Isolde still needs a mother,” Madison said, not sure what else to say to lighten the porcupine’s mood. “But if you’re afraid of having pushed her away, maybe meet her halfway? You say you do things for her, but are you sitting down and talking with her about what she wants or just giving into her requests? Cause if it’s the latter, maybe she feels guilty? Like she did something to scare you? If you’ve both spread eggshells then sooner or later something is going to crack. Might as well face it.”
       
       There should be no circumstance where a child is giving advice to an adult on how to talk to their kid. At least, that is what Madison believes. But she’s accepted that this town she lives in is insane and thus normal logic doesn’t apply. After all, she wakes up every day either in a cage or face deep in an adult bear’s cooch and is more concerned on what’s for breakfast or her homework. She does porn for a living in a professional studio. Nothing about this place is fine. 
       
       Still, the advice seems to have given life to Isolde’s mother, who offers her several sodas and bottles of water to bring back upstairs. Madison takes that as an accomplishment in something. As of what, she doesn’t know, and it falls by the wayside when Isolde tells Madison to strip naked as soon as she arrives. 
       
       What resistance she had faltered at the tone of Isolde’s voice and the curious eyes of her boyfriend. Madison pulled her shirt off over her head, catching a snag on her thick nipple rings that undid itself with a tug. Her shorts came off without issue, exposing the rings binding her cunt lips together. Ruth didn’t give her any underwear and wasn’t likely to give her a bra when her boobs got bigger. Madison suspected they wouldn’t be growing very big, if at all. She had no justification for this beyond a nagging feeling that people wanted her small and that was enough to make it so. 
       
       With confidence befitting her persona on camera, Isolde strutted over to Madison, took her by the collar she couldn’t remove, and moved her to the center of the bedroom. At her command the stinkbadger spread her legs out and held her hands behind her head, leaving nothing covered. 
       
       “What do you think?” Isolde asked Terry, who’d been eyeing Madison with a hunger she’d never saw in him. “Anything else we could add?”
       
       Terry gulped. He stepped off the bed to approach her, hands shivering with anxious delight. They were sweaty against her fur. Warm. He held her waist then dragged up until his thumbs looped through her nipple rings and pulled. She bit her lip. So did he. 
       
       “I like these,” Terry said after a moment. “They could be a little thicker, but they make good anchor points already. She told me Ruth once…” he gulped, fingers idly playing with her flat chest while he spoke as though she weren’t there, “Ruth once forced her to stand by leashing her nipple rings to the ceiling. I’d like to see that one day.”
       
       Madison remembered that. It felt like her nipples were going to be torn off. Somehow that wasn’t a bad memory.
       
       “Sure, but that’s already there.” Isolde appeared from behind to pull Madison’s head back by her headfur. Her fingers pinched Madison’s nose, “What about a nose ring? That might be a fun new anchor point.”
       
       Terry shook his head, “I like nose rings, but it doesn’t fit for her face. It’d either be too small to use, or too big that she'd be like some cattle. No, not my cup of tea.”
       
       “Fair.” Isolde grabbed Madison’s chin between her fingers and pressed her thumb against her lips. Madison allowed it inside, fighting the urge to pull her tongue away when the porcupine pinched it out. “What about this? Single stud? Double?”
       
       “Single,” Terry nodded slowly, eyes transfixed on his girlfriend’s bare tongue, “Single stud. Midline. 
       
       “Do you want to taste it?” Isolde whispered aloud. When Terry nodded she giggled, “You have my permission.”
       
       Madison’s legs were weak already, but something about Isolde giving Terry permission made her almost drop. Luckily Terry was there to catch her, thumbs pressing her rings while his fingers dug into her fur. Their maws pressed against one another, and Madison felt Terry’s tongue slip past with more fervor than ever before. 
       
       The way they treated her, like she was just an object that didn’t understand their casual remarks, felt like a dream come true in the best, and worst way. There was no coming back from this feeling. She’d chase it, even against her better judgement.
       
       Warm saliva dripped over her chest when they drifted apart. Terry’s flustered face became a mirror of her own. Isolde giggled sweetly behind them, eager at watching the two lovers embrace. 
       
       “Hmm…what about corset piercings?” She asked.
       
       If they lived in a cartoon world then Terry’s face would have turned red and steam would have shot out of his ears. Madison didn’t have a chance to voice her opinion as he directed her to the bathroom on Isolde’s request, one hand on her scalp to push her forward like she was a prisoner in their custody. He’d never been so rough before. Madison fought the urge to smile and failed. 
       
       In the bathroom Isolde used a pair of chains and cuffs from her personal stash to lock Madison’s wrists to the shower faucet above her head. With her face against the wall, Madison couldn’t see much beyond her peripheral vision unless she turned. Isolde spanked her when she tried, and told Terry to get a blindfold.
       
       “I like him,” she whispered, her warm breath looping around the stinkbadger’s neck. “He’s not really a sub, but he follows orders well. Maybe I’ll teach him some things, make him my assistant.”
       
       “He’s…he’s not going to be a pornstar.”
       
       Isolde gently bit Madison’s ear before she answered. “Who said anything about porn? I think he’d make a great dom assistant, especially if it involves you at my feet. Just imagine it.”
       
       Madison did, and wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting. If Terry joined them, what role would he play? Isolde wouldn’t let another dominant in, she loathed doing it on set. But what if Terry wasn’t another dominant? What if he was another bottom? A sub? Subs had to be higher than slaves, so Madison would still be on the bottom. Would Terry want that? With how eagerly he came back with the blindfold, it was anyone’s guess. Isolde, drunk with power, politely asked him to get a gag too.
       
       Blinded and gagged, Madison found herself shivering with Isolde’s explanation of what corset piercings were. With clean hollow needles she pierced Madison’s back in asymmetrical patterns, taking it slow to drag out the discomfort and telling Terry every little detail of what was happening. They were temporary piercings, but from his heavy breathing her boyfriend wanted them more permanent. 
       
       By the time she had finished Terry’s fingers were busy working his cunt. The stench of his pussy and the wet sounds of his fingers echoed off the tiled walls. “What are you doing that for, silly?” Isolde said, pulling Madison’s head back and slipping her gag off to catch the stinkbadger’s tongue between her fingers. “You’ve got a perfectly capable tongue right here.”
       
       “I…” Terry gulped, “I mean, I could use some attention.”
       
       “Then ask for it.”
       
       “Madison can–”
       
       Isolde covered Madison’s mouth, “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t ask her. She doesn’t have agency. Ask me.”
       
       “Are you sure?”
       
       “Madison,” Isolde asked aloud, “Are you ok with him asking me for permission?”
       
       Too lost in the moment, Madison nodded. 
       
       “Alrighty then,” Isolde said, eyeing Terry with a smug and daring grin, “Ask me.”
       
       Terry’s gulp could be heard from around the world. He needed three deep breaths to work up the courage. “Isolde…” he said with a stutter, “Can Madison eat me out?”
       
       “Hmmm….” Isolde let her voice drone out the phrase for a painful thirty seconds before nodding. She didn’t so much direct Madison to Terry as she did keep the stinkbadger from jumping toward him. The fact that he sat on a toilet made her a little apprehensive, but she quickly got over it. She’d spent whole nights strapped to worse ones for customers, a fate she almost missed. Almost. 
       
       Countless times between Ruth’s legs had made Madison a savant of pussy. She still hated the taste and the smell, but she knew how to gauge someone’s preferences quickly. Few liked it fast and uncontrolled, Terry especially. He liked it slow, with more focus on his fat clit than his lips. She suckled it like a teet, taking his hefty clit like a tiny cock in her mouth. He winced and moaned, breath skipping and voice training faltering.  
       
       His body rocked with the climax. Both hands help her scalp tight, digits digging behind her ears. It hurt just right. “Fuck…” Terry whispered, “Holy fuck…That was…”
       
       “Not even the main course,” Isolde said, pulling Madison back, “But I appreciate you getting her mouth ready. Come on, I’ll need your help for this next part.”
       
       Unceremoniously dragged back into the bedroom, Madison found herself pushed to Isolde’s bed. Her arms were stretched to the corners of the headboard and tied down. Her legs, to her surprise, were pushed to behind her head and tied to stay there, leaving her pierced cunt and elastic asshole open for view. They’d discarded her blindfold now, leaving her to watch into surprise when Isolde pulled out a horsecock strap-on.
       
       “Why do you have that?” Madison asked out of turn. Isolde never did penetration that big.
       “Oh, it was a gift from your mom,” Isolde stated matter-of-factly. “She told me that nothing short of something this big does it for you in your ass.”
       
       That bitch. Madison knew somewhere Ruth was giggling at this. That didn’t stop her from noticing that Isolde was helping Terry put the thing on. “Now, since I did something for you, you’re going to do this for me. I want you to fuck your girlfriend.”
       
       “Hard?”
       
       “Like she’s not your girlfriend.” Isolde started stroking his fake cock. “Like she’s just some fucktoy to get your rocks off and you’ve had a long day. Like all you can do to get off is hammer her so hard the pressure makes your clit go off like a rocket. Until I say stop. Is that clear?”
       
       Terry nodded. Isolde pursed his lips. “Say it right.”
       
       “Yes, Mistress.”
       
       Isolde’s grin went from ear to ear, “Good boy.”
       
       Madison’s protests were short lived by Isolde covering her mouth as Terry climbed onto the bed. The toy glistened with lube and flopped onto her stomach, its cold weight hammering home what it was going to feel like inside her. 
       
       It dragged along her pierced cunt, bouncing lightly off the rings. Madison’s body tingled with excitement and desire. Terry gulped, needing both hands to guide the toy down to her backside. Its flat head, even lubed up and with her elastic rim, needed a hefty push to sink inside. One Madison answered with lip biting grunts.
       
       “Fuck…fuck…” she muttered, watching the mass of rubber spread her apart and sink inside. 
       
       “Language!” Isolde chastised her with a quick pull of her nipple ring. When that didn’t work, the porcupine did the next best thing and stripped herself naked. She stood over the bound stinkbadger, spreading her wet pussy over the knowing face before crouching down against that surprisingly welcoming maw. Madison knew how Isolde liked it from their time on set. She kept her tongue flat and dragged it slowly, something that took extra focus with the horsecock impaling her. On film, Isolde’s persona always had to be standoffish, to make others do the work in pleasing her. In private the porcupine relished the effort, going as far to grind her cunt along Madison’s face. 
       
       The full weight of Isolde muffled Madison’s cries as Terry’s strap-on sank inside. True to Isolde’s word, he built a rhythm slowly without taking in Madison’s reaction. Soon he started thrusting without thinking who was on the other end, using the recipient as a springboard for the pressure the strap pushed against his clit. It gave him the excuse to be as rough as Madison hoped for, and Isolde’s presence was the cherry on top. 
       
       They didn’t stop when she squirted. They didn’t stop when her body shivered with the second, nor the third orgasm. They were using her to build up theirs, and Isolde wasn’t stopping until she couldn’t feel her legs. She pulled away enough to let Madison breathe but it was like breaks between being waterboarded whilst being beaten. She couldn’t get a word in edgewise. Save for one, but her cries for mercy lacked conviction. She didn’t want them to stop, she just knew they should. At some point. Maybe never. 
       
       It was evening when they all stopped. Madison’s bindings were undone with the last of their energy as the three of them collapsed into a heap of sweat and sex. Isolde’s mother knocked on the door and mentioned that both Terry’s dad, and Ruth, had called to make sure they were ok or coming home. Madison, knowing she wasn’t walking down the stairs let alone peddling back to Ruth’s…to her house, asked Isolde if they could spend the night.
       
       “Like a sleepover?” Isolde asked, her face brightening when she realized what that would entail, “Oh my gosh, I have so much anime to show you two!”
       
       Terry eyed Madison with concern, but Madison shrugged. “What’s anime?” She asked, having not watched much even at home. 
       
       The next hour was spent with Isolde explaining the history of anime. There, naked with two people she cared about and watching some old big-eyed cartoon with rigid animation, Madison felt like she found something she knew would stick. 
       
       She was happy.
