Madison expected the office of a porn studio owner to be gross. She used the term sleazy when she argued against the idea. Ruth, being Ruth, laughed her off and said they’d do it anyway, figuring it was a worthy idea after Terry brought it up. She still didn’t like that Terry knew pornstars, but the stink badger was struggling with accepting why.


The office of Jorge Carrario was anything but gross. The wooden desk was immaculately clean of dust and debris as well as devoid of anything of note save for a laptop. There was a black leather couch against the wall to their right with a sturdy coffee table. She gulped at the sight of it, figuring she’d see up close soon enough. The floors were tiled, easy to clean. She didn’t smell the scent of sex, but the box of wipes and a spray bottle did little to hurt the illusion.


Jorge wasn’t what she expected of a porn studio owner either. She expected an overweight guy with a combover, long ponytail, or combination of both who’d be eyeing her hungrily. He was a wellbuilt stag with a collared shirt that looked ready to burst if he flexed wrong, and whenever he looked her way she couldn’t read any desire from him. Maybe a little contempt. The feeling was mutual. 


“No disrespect,” he said with a tone that said otherwise, “But I have a busy schedule and plenty of other stars to work with. I agreed to this meeting because of a recommendation, but I’m not seeing anything of value here.”


Ruth scoffed, leaning back in her chair next to Madison, “You must be fun at parties.”


“I prefer to stay in. My pets are high maintenance.”


“Any of those pets perform behind the camera?” Ruth asked. Madison’s eyes went wide at Ruth’s brazen attitude. She expected it but being in the presence of it felt like a boulder crushing her. 


The stag leaned back with a sigh, nuzzling the bridge of his nose. “One does. The other takes care of my home and my latest is still in training. But this isn’t about me, it’s about your…” He looked loss for the right word to call Madison based on the prior conversation. Ruth corrected him.


“Daughter.” 


Somehow that title brought a sigh of relief. Daughter. Mother’s didn’t do what Ruth did to Madison, but Madison also didn’t have anyone care about her like Ruth did. Anyone who claimed to do so tossed her aside at the first chance they could, or were just trying to be nice. As fucked up as this town was, it was more honest than others she’d been to. All that mattered was how much she could stomach. Turns out she could stomach a lot. 


“Daughter. Yes. What does your daughter bring to the table? While some studios hire stars on looks and reputation, I prefer to hire on what they offer. So far she lacks looks and reputation.”


Madison felt insulted and didn’t know why. Why did she care if some pornstar studio didn’t want her? That should have been a good thing. And yet she clenched her fists with the desire to prove him wrong. 


The bear chuckled, patting Madison’s scalp. “What she lacks in those she makes up for in her ass.”


Jorge raised his brow just as quickly as Madison shrank into her shoulders. “I don’t follow. Her ass doesn’t look impressive.”


“Watch. Madison, strip.”


She bit her lip despite following the command, stepping out to drop her trousers. Jorge held his hand up before she could take off her shirt, “I don’t need my office to smell like ass, thank you. Do you have any other evidence?”


As if on cue, Ruth pulled out a small laptop. A very old, very disposable laptop that didn’t look like it could connect to the internet at all. She glared at the bear setting it up, keeping her tongue back despite the urge to demand why she needed to take her pants off if her mother brought actual proof. Jorge didn’t seem interested in it either, having leaned back in his chair with exhaustion as though he’d seen homemade examples hundreds of times already.


Once the videos started to play she thought back to the diner, wishing things went differently.




***


A few minutes ago Madison was accosting her boyfriend for cheating on her. Now she was sitting next to the supposed cheaters, who were busy explaining their jobs as pornstars to her mother and owner. The worst part about all of this is that she wasn’t as rightfully furious about the situation as she expected to be. It was embarrassing, but embarrassing like…well she didn’t have the experience but if she compared it to TV it’d be like a grandmother sharing baby photos. 


Darcy, the babydyke as Ruth called her, wasn’t gay. She was, as she said, “Gay for pay on camera,” which seemed to disappoint the bear. Not in a soul shattering manner, more in a solemn nod of understanding that was how the world worked. Still she kept close to the badger, finding it more fun to talk about the intricacies with a little butch girl than the pony next over. The pony with some faded pink in her white coat.


“She’s pretty famous,” Terry whispered to Madison. She glared at him, trying to tell him without words that his friend’s fame wasn’t the issue. He didn’t get it. “She goes by Penelope Peggers on camera,” he said in a low voice, “Goes all pink and disney princess in outfit. Guess some guys are into a filly dressed as their little princess pegging them.”


“No shit?” Ruth said, catching Terry’s failed attempt to be subtle. She nudged the pony, “Can you show me?” 


“If I must,” the pony rolled her eyes, “Hand me your phone. The site should have previews.” 


Madison cringed. Bad enough she was dealing with two pornstars her age, which was fucked up beyond measure but so was everything in this town. But watching porn in public? She knew Ruth wasn’t exactly sophisticated but she must have had some idea of social norms. 


She looked to Terry for support, or at least to toss him a metaphorical rope to help shut this conversation down. Instead she found the brown rabbit staring downward, his eyes lining up at her chest. Not wearing a bra and still sore from the piercer, Madison knew exactly what he was looking at. The pink on his brown facial fur said enough.


“Move,” Madison wasn’t one to command but Terry got the message, scooting aside to let Madison out. She needed air. She needed space.


She needed a good fuck to distract her. 






***




“You’ve gained my interest,” Jorge said after the last clip finished. “I don’t think I’ve seen someone of her size take a full liter soda bottle in her ass before.”


Ruth’s laugh made Madison blush and curl up, “Like I told ya, she’s special. Best part? She’s not loose at all. No matter how long I keep her spread that back door stays tight enough. Madison, show the man.”


Twisting around, Madison bit her lip as she raised her bum, exposing the large buttplug currently situated deep between her cheeks. “She can fit an entire soda can up there for a day and walk around like it's nothing. I wouldn’t recommend it unless you want a warm drink.”


“Most anal only people can do things like that, but I’ve yet to meet one like her.” He paused, taking a moment to ponder quietly. Madison turned around, hunched over and red in the face. She wished her pants weren’t in a pile on the floor, it’d hide the small drops between her legs better. 


“I think we can use someone like her. I’ve got plenty of guys who’d make a good pairing.”


“I’m gonna have to put a stop to you right there,” Ruth said, palm up before patting Madison between the ears. “My girl is 100% a dyke.”


“Am not,” Madison scoffed.


Ruth laughed, “Under my roof, she is. And I ain’t exactly keen on her getting dick unless I have a say in it. Personally, I’d like her to be girls’ only.”


Jorge raised his brow, “Ignoring that some evidence you’ve shown me involves bathroom stalls with dicks, most porn is catered to the male gaze. This includes woman on woman. Most anal focused porn involves an actual dick. Toys and hands can only offer so much. People watching want to imagine it’s them filling out her stretchy ass.”


Madison, further wishing she could fold into nothingness at the mention of her elastic ass, curled up. 


“That’s another thing,” Ruth said, “I want to ensure her privacy will be respected and protected.”


“We don’t release stagenames of our actors.”


“Yeah but they can be noticed. I know Penelope has to dye her coat pink and wash it off just so she doesn’t get approached on the street.”


“Penelope is a popular star. I’m sure your daughter is fine, but she isn’t star power.”


“Don’t need her to have star power if you catch my drift.” The bear winked. When that didn’t mean anything by Jorge’s silence Ruth sighed and pointed to the portable player, “Look, there’s a reason I have her wear a mask in those shots. If we film with you, I’d like her face covered like that. All the time on screen.”


The stag leaned back in his chair. Madison thought back to the diner to be anywhere else. 




***


The diner had two bathrooms. They were small, meant for a single person to do their business and get out. She went into the girl’s bathroom, but not before glancing back to subtly see Terry following from behind. A small voice in her head hoped he was about to make a move, but that wasn’t his way. Terry was too nice.


So instead when he got closer, Madison pulled him in by the wrist, locked the door, and shoved him against the wall.


“Do you have any idea how you made me feel?” She hissed. 


Terry, still blindsided by the sudden act, raised his hands up, “Sorry, sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”


“No, you weren’t, were you?” Except he was, which made it all the more infuriating. Madison let go. She paced from the toilet to sink on opposite sides of the room as the brown bunny readjusted himself. 


“A porn star?” Madison said, finally. “Don’t you think my life is humiliating enough?”


“I figured it’d be a good place,” Terry said sheepishly.


“To find a dom?” She pointed in no clear direction but where she thought their table was, “Like Darcy and Penelope?”


“No, not them. But there are others.”


“I have more to my life than finding a dominant.”


“Then why did I get asked to be one?” Terry stepped forward. More like he stomped forward. “I mean, pardon my language but your mom basically proposed you suck off my dad to prove your status. Do you know how awkward it was being asked if I was fit to be your master? Or how worse it was to admit being ok with knowing someone else would command you even when we’re dating?”


“Try being the one being offered,” Madison snapped. 


Terry looked like he was about to say something worse but held his tongue. Madison wished he didn’t, wished he’d insult her just to egg her on. Instead he caught his breath and said, “I figured that you could find a dom you liked at the studio. That way your mom doesn’t need to hand you off to someone you don’t like when you get older. If she hands you off at all.”


“But why a porn studio?”


“Because I know people there. I don’t know a lot of people, Madison. Would you rather I just do nothing and hope your new master allows us to be together? If we’re even still together.”


That hurt. There was no guarantee they would be, but Madison struggled to see a world without Terry. Even as his eyes darted toward her new nipple piercings outlining her shirt. Even the way he looked at her hungrily felt right, despite failing to meet her standards. 


And his logic had some sense. Ruth would ultimately be the one to choose unless Madison made a connection with a new dom, and the bear was just as likely to keep her. She didn’t feel keen on worshipping that bear’s cunt for the rest of her life. The thought of resisting still had its appeal. 


“And you’re fine with other people fucking me?” she asked. He looked at her like it was a dumb question, and it was but she had to be sure. “This isn’t like the Gas Station. There would be evidence of others fucking me. You’re basically saying it’s ok to cuck you.”


“Well, you wouldn’t be cucking me.


“And why’s that?”


He took both of her hands, smiled sweetly, and said, “Because, emotionally, you’re not with them.”


He was right. At least, she believed that. The future was uncertain but his eyes told her it didn’t matter and, damn it all, she wanted him. Biting her lip, Madison lounged her head back with a frustrated groan. “Tell me next time,” she said, “I mean it. Don’t try to surprise me,” she added at his nod. 


“I can’t give you any surprises?” he asked with a cheeky smile.


“None like this…” She slowed down when his eyes wandered to her chest. There was denying what he was looking at. Hell, her own arousal made it more obvious. The bathroom was for a single person so they shouldn’t expect any company, but just in case she locked the door before pulling her shirt up. Terry’s jaw dropped at the sight of her new piercings. 


“Don’t get too attached,” Madison said, folding her shirt to keep it from falling over, “Ruth is planning on getting me rings.”


“I like rings,” Terry’s soft hands fondled her flat chest, pursing what little tit flesh she had to make the barbell more noticeable. “There’s a lot you can do with them.”


“Sure,” Madison said with sarcasm. Ruth no doubt had plans, all of which she would hate. That just made her wet, more than Terry’s tongue against her nipple. Even as her chest fluttered and her voice broke, Madison yearned for more. He could pin her to the wall then and there, squeezing her wrists tight to remind her who was in charge while he suckled, gnawed, and nipped at her tits. Even his kiss, his free range to ravage her mouth, waited for her tongue to respond in the tango together.


She loved Terry. She was in love with Terry. But everyone was right. He didn’t give her what she needed, just what she wanted. 


She slipped a finger down his pants, pressing against his soaking cunt. At the very least, she could make him happy. 




***




Madison snapped back to the present when Ruth called her name. “Huh?” Her ears perked up, face red for a brief moment only to harden in Ruth’s direction, “What?”


“See what I mean?” The bear directed Madison’s face to Jorge like it were an art piece, “She scowls on reflex. You really want your customers seeing that? I know plenty of guys get off on it but you’ve got girls for that already.”


 The stag seemed unimpressed. “That doesn’t help your case that much,” he sighed and shrugged, “But let’s say, hypothetically, I do go along with this hood idea. You’re asking not only for that, but women only. Even if her ass is as stretchy as the videos you’ve shared, I’ll need more to even consider it.”


Ruth grinned undeterred. “Madison, kiss your cunt.”


Mustering an eyeroll for rebellion, the short-tailed skunk spread her legs for space, exposing the piercings sealing her lower lips closed. Without effort she curled up, her lips bracing the metal rings in a fruitless display of self-pleasure. She held it until Ruth signaled her to return. Jorge’s eyes were dinner plates when she stood up straight. 


“I’m making her do yoga,” Ruth said, “She’s basically double-jointed.” Leaning in the bear added, “I can tell you’re thinking of all the special bondage ties you could try with her. They’re all possible, I can attest to it.”


He cleared his throat, looking away as if ashamed to be caught thinking. “It’s something alright. But it’s not enough to sign in with your demands as is. What if we keep her blindfolded when dick is involved? She’ll already be wearing a hood.”


“I could work with that.”


Jorge nodded, pulling out a contract from his drawer, “Do you have a name in mind?”




**




Not long after they got home Ruth ordered Madison to strip. The stink badger offered little more than a defiant stare when she did so. The blush made it less impactful. In truth she’d been hoping for her mother to do something after she and Terry had their time in the bathroom. Not that she'd ever admit it to the bear. 


In no time at all Ruth cuffed Madison’s arms behind her, slipped in an anal hook, and tied a taut rope from it to the girl’s leather collar. Tight enough to force her straight. The only straight Ruth would acknowledge of her, or so the bear laughed when stripping naked from the waist down. 


Madison could smell Ruth's arousal almost immediately. She wanted the scent to revolt her, and in a way it did. Yet when the bear sat on the living room couch with her legs open, Madison found herself swallowing her excess saliva at the sight of it. At least she shaved.


 A snap of her fingers. That’s all it took for Madison to fall to her knees with reluctant obedience. She waddled up to the bear’s cunt, face scrunching from the smell. Ruth took out her phone, not to record as she usually did, but to watch something else while Madison got to work. Madison made an effort not to start until the bear’s heavy paw forced her down. 


Moans and grunts echoed from the bear’s phone as Madison’s tongue lapped. She knew the bear’s preferred spots and tempo, knew just how far she needed to ignore them to earn a reprimand. The tip of her claws pricked her scalp with the forceful nature she craved.


“Hot damn,” Ruth said under her breath. “For someone who’s gay for pay, that Darcy looks like she knows what she’s doing.”


Ruth didn’t watch porn normally. Occasionally she’d look at something for an idea to try on Madison, but porn was beneath her when she had what was essentially a slave. Hearing her watch it, however, felt like an insult. Here she was, face deep between the bear’s lips, and she was being ignored.


It went on like this for hours. Ruth would comment on whatever porn was playing, occasionally shifting her hold or her body for comfort, and Madison would eat out without the ability to complain. What few moments of air she got were tainted by the bear’s essence. Her tongue would be strained by next morning, that much was for sure. 


Ruth shuddered when the dam broke. “Fuck yes…I think your boyfriend has the right idea,” the bear grinned, ignoring the drenched glare between her legs. “First we’ll need to give you a name. How about…”








***




“Told ya it’d kill,” Ruth said, patting Madison on the back as they marched out of the office with a signed contract. Madison said nothing, having no greater urge than to throw the contract to the four corners of the world via paper shredder and a twister. Jorge’s copy would make that null and void.


“Lizzy Bean,” Ruth giggled. Madison growled, “Oh, lighten up. No one will know it’s you, Lizzy.”


Madison raised her middle finger.