Heidi would arrive in fifteen minutes and Madison couldn’t stop pacing. The carpeted floor of Ruth’s living room seeped through her toes, providing a small comfort as the mustelid clutched her headfur in panic. “This is a mistake,” she told herself over and over under her breath, “She’s going to freak out. This place is a mess.”
Leather creaked as Ruth kicked up the rest in her recliner. “Normally I’d be ecstatic for a thorough cleaning but you’ve already vacuumed the house twice and picked everything that couldn’t be sucked up off the floor. I think my house is fine.”
Her brow furrowed at the lazy bear, “You know damn well it’s not the house I’m worried about.”
Ruth rolled her eyes, “You said it, not me. Why don’t you say what you’re really bothered about?”
Madison’s fists balled and her foot slammed against the floor. “Oh, you really want to know? How am I supposed to feel when my best friend, one of the more normal kids in this fucking freakshow of a town, is gonna come over and learn that I’m not your daughter but your slave? I can’t exactly hide it, not when there isn’t any room in the closet for the cage!” 
The brown bear raised a single brow at Madison’s rant. “Isn’t this the same girl that forced a boy to eat a slice of birthday cake off the floor and then locked his cock up with a small bell on his cage?”
Madison hadn’t so much forgotten that as chose to ignore it. The tiger girl was, in her mind, normal because she didn’t outright try to use the stink badger sexually or seek to humiliate her when sharing the same space. Heidi was more interested in talking about girl things like boys, clothes, and other stuff Madison wasn’t sure about for lack of exposure. 
“I mean, yeah but that’s cause this town is fucked.” Madison hugged herself. She wasn’t wrong but it felt like another excuse. “Besides, I haven’t told her about my situation.”
Ruth smiled, “Oh, I get it.” Standing up from her recliner, she laid a heavy paw over Madison’s scalp, rubbing it affectionately if not possessively, “You’re afraid that she’ll see you differently when you show her your proper place.”
“Fuck off. I’m not showing her that,” Madison’s head sank between her shoulders, “She’s just going to find out because, well, look at this place. You leave dildo’s around like they’re lost TV remotes.”
“Yeah, I’ve gotten pretty casual about them since taking you in. Always good to have one on hand for a bitch like you.” The fact that Ruth’s craziness and tone made Madison blush only made the stink badger more frustrated. Months ago she’d have run for the hills at any sexual assault talk. Now some small part of her craved it. Her stomach filled with butterflies at the bear’s touch while her pierced cunt moistened. Not that it’d ever be unlocked. Ruth liked it that way. 
“Just promise me you won’t ruin this evening for me, ok?” Madison asked, “If there’s anything I deserve for being a good…a good.” 
Ruth leaned in, ear perked, “Come on now, speak up.”
Through her lips she muttered, “a good bitch,” Ruth’s smile lifted her spirits before she dashed them. “I deserve a normal playdate.”
“And you’ll have one,” Ruth said, letting go of Madison, “But it’ll be after the plans I made. Heidi’s mom is very concerned about her development.” Before Madison could ask, the doorbell rang.
Madison clasped her neck, relieved to find it bare. Ruth playfully scoffed and opened the door. A young tiger girl in a pink skirt and purple shirt stood on the other side, chaperoned by an older tiger woman in a form fitting black skirt and sport coat. Madison swore she heard her owner whistle at that. It explained the disgust rushing up her spine.
“Madi!” In a blink Heidi’s arms wrapped around Madison’s waist. She wasn’t sure whether to hug back or keep still, prompting the tigress to laugh. “Oh, sorry, was that too hard? I get like that when I'm excited.” 
“No, no it’s fine. Just not used to being touched.” At least not like that. Madison clutched her arm tight as a nervous smile crossed her lips. “So, um, what do you want to do?”
“Why don’t you show her around the house?” Ruth suggested, “Me and her mom need to do some talking first.”
Though the idea was good, Madison still stared daggers at the bear. Taking Heidi’s hand in tow she dragged her best friend down the hallway. Halfway through she realized there wasn’t much to see. Ruth didn’t have the largest house, just a single bathroom, a living room, kitchen, laundry room, one bedroom and a garage. There was also a basement but Madison hadn’t gone down there in her time underneath Ruth’s thumb. She figured it had nothing special since the bear didn’t need to hide her torments like an actual abuser. Madison bit her lip, feeling something stir between her pierced lower lips at the thought of the bear’s technique. 
She shook her head violently. This was a regular playdate, not some fucked up kinky sex thing!
“Something wrong?” Heidi asked.
“Nothing!” Madison snapped behind a smile, “Why don’t we check out the backyard?” She couldn’t show the bedroom, not with the cage still there.
The bear’s backyard was nothing to behold. A patch of grass with a single shed all viewed from a wooden porch. Though Ruth made Madison her slave she never had the stink badger do any hard labor outside. Every bit of lawnwork was the butch woman’s own doing. Madison kept thinking about that instead of what she should do for a sleepover. Having never had friends, or even a house to invite them over, she was woefully unprepared. 
“Do you guys have a DVD player?” Heidi asked.
“What?” 
“A DVD player.” Heidi pulled open her backpack to reveal several small plastic cases. “I brought some movies to watch. Some scary ones, a comedy, and, oh!” The third one she handed to Madison had a cat with spiky blue hair and expressive eyes with a title written in japanese. “This one is full of cute boys. It’s a classic anime.”
A lump swelled in her throat while she held the box. Ruth did have a DVD player. She used it to show Madison recordings from the gas station or her own trainings, often while bound with something edging her. Several of those disks were there, marked with the dates letting anyone know. Heidi couldn’t see them. She’d never treat her like a person if she did. 
“I think ours is broken,” she lied, “But Ruth has a few streaming services we can watch. Maybe we’ll find something there?” 
If Heidi was disappointed she didn’t show it. “Ok. So, has anything cool happened to you this week?” she asked, sauntering over with a cheeky smile, “Like maybe–”
“Madi, bring your friend to the living room!” Ruth called out. Her tone lacked authority but she kept her guard up. With a short apology, she led Heidi back into the living room, finding Ruth sitting back on her recliner, smiling exactly how the girl hated. 
Her eyes pleaded for mercy but Ruth’s fields were barren. “Heidi, how’s that kid you reprimanded at your birthday? What was his name, Jimmy? Johnny?” she snapped her fingers with every guest.
“Jeremy?” Heidi answered, earning a nod and finger point of approval. “I mean, he’s ok. He kind of comes to my house regularly and demands I unlock it, though he skitters with one mean look. Mom says I’m wasting something but I don’t get it.”
Madison blinked. That boy was still in a cage? It’d been weeks since the party. He had to be desperate.
Ruth smiled, “Yeah, she’s told me so and I agree with her. You had him wrapped around your finger from the moment you made him bow. Pretty impressive for a girl your age.” 
Heidi blushed, scratching the back of her head while she ground her foot to the floor. “Well, he made fun of my best friend so I had to do something.”
The relief Madison felt washed away as Ruth got up. “And that’s commendable, but your mother’s worried you’re letting a talent go to waste. I’m sure she’s talked with you about this.” Heidi nodded to Madison’s shock. Ruth held up two fingers, “Two hours. That’s all I ask for your time, then you and Madi here can do whatever you like. How’s that sound?”
Heidi looked to her friend for approval. “Don’t ask her.” Ruth said, “This isn’t her decision, it’s yours. She’ll go along with whichever decision is made.” With clenched fists and frustrated eyes Madison stood still. It was all she could do against the sudden pressure pushing against her. The bear had done nothing but utter a few words, making her helpless. Worse still, her owner was right. Whatever Heidi wanted to do, she would go along with it.
“Hmmm…ok.” Heidi’s compliance sealed the badger’s fate. 
A grin flashed over Ruth’s face. It vanished to stoic passiveness at the bear’s command. “Madison, strip and present.” Shame and heat panged her chest but the girl obeyed, stripping off her shirt, pants, and underwear for both her best friend and her owner to see. She made a point to focus on Ruth, her eyes burning with hatred at the older bear’s gaze. When naked she held her hands at her side and puffed her flat chest out. Through training her breaths remained steady no matter the humiliation she suffered. But if Heidi touched her now, Madison wasn’t sure she’d stay still.
“Good.” Ruth pointed down the hall, “Go grab your collar and a hood. Don’t dally.”
Speed meant she could keep the dignity of walking on two feet. Meager but something. Madison held her head low as she walked off. She didn’t need to see, enough sessions with a blindfold made the stink badger know the interior like a second sense. She still struggled to hold her tears while retrieving a collar and latex hood from the closet. Her best friend, the second normal person in the damned pervy town, had seen her debase herself before the older bear and the worst was yet to come. 
Ruth couldn’t let her have anything. 
The bear took the hood first when she returned, pulling it snug over Madison’s face. “When we’re doing these lessons, she’s gonna have this on. A slave isn’t a person with an identity, but new trainers can’t help but see one when they stare back. This helps remove most of those features, letting you focus on what they really are until you no longer need to hood them.”
“Like Brandy does with Cunt?” Heidi asked, stroking her chin in interest.
“The doe twins?” Ruth asked. Heidi nodded. “I mean, I suppose. Though nothing stops an owner from keeping their property hooded. Some are into it and in the end, that’s their right to do with their property.”
Property. Madison hated that word with a burning passion behind her neutral face. Ruth unlocked the collar and held it to the girl’s neck, only to stop and hand it to Heidi. “I want you to lock it on her. It’s easy.” She explained the tongue of the collar before Madison’s eyes. Heidi’s focus never strained from it, her hands shook with excitement as the tiger girl wrapped the thick leather around the stink badger’s neck. It barely fit, like she’d forgotten how to tighten it. 
“That doesn’t look like a good fit,” Ruth said, “There a reason it’s so loose?”
“I, um, don’t want it to hurt her.”
“That’s a good thought,” Ruth said to Madison’s surprise. “I’ve met too many trainer’s who forget that a slave is more than a pain doll. Never let go of the restraint you feel, but learn to loosen your grip.” Madison found that advice ironic as the bear tightened her collar. “A collar to a slave is as vital as their heart or their brain. For some, it’s the only article of clothing they’re allowed to wear. It’s a constant weight that reminds them that they are not like you or me. They are meant to serve, it’s their primary purpose.”
“But pets have collars. They don’t serve.”
“That’s right,” Ruth nodded, “A feral dog doesn’t have the capacity to properly serve, but they still perform tasks to better make the lives of their owner easier. A feral cat likes to bring dead animals as a sign of respect. But ferals aren’t sapient like a slave is. A slave can better understand what you want when you tell them.” A thick finger hooked through the D-ring of her collar and lifted Madison up to her toes. Ruth yanked the stink badger around with care, never too hard but with enough force that she couldn’t really resist. “Not to mention it makes a great handle. Slaves aren’t pulled by their hands like a person.”
Go ahead,” Ruth let go, laying her palm out pointing to the thick metal ring, “Direct them around. It won’t bite.”
It. Her nails dug into her thighs with enough subtlety to avoid notice. Madison shivered as cautious fingers looped around the ring of her collar. Heidi yanked hard and fast, nearly pulling the stink badger to the ground if not for Ruth’s interference. “Ah, careful. A slave with a broken neck can’t serve.”
“R-right,” Heidi’s voice shivered with her agreement. Her hand shivered as she held the stink badger by her collar. She pulled back, then pushed forward, slowly directing Madison’s head in whatever direction desired. Not that the tigress had a direction. She was getting a feel for the power. The quiver on her lip told Madison that Heidi liked it. 
Five to thirty minutes might have passed when Heidi let go. The young tiger’s pants filled the space between the three. Ruth’s smile never went away and she occasionally glanced to the hooded girl she called a daughter in public. Madison leered but said nothing, not wanting a punishment before her best friend. “Say, Heidi, are you thirsty?”
“A bit,” Heidi said.
“Well I got some caprisun in the kitchen. Do you want some?” Heidi shrugged then nodded at Ruth’s question. The bear nudged her head to the hooded girl, “Why don’t you tell her to get it. She knows where it is.”
Heidi blushed. Rapidly she nodded before clearing her throat. Turning to Madison, her mouth opened to speak yet nothing came. “Um, do I still call her Madi or?”
“Excellent question,” Ruth ruffled the girl’s headfur, “Names are privileges to a slave, not a right. A good slave won’t need a name to let them know they are needed. Though sometimes a dominant likes to belittle their property when assigning them a task. My little brat hates it when I tease her, but since she’s behaving oh so well with you, I suggest you just call her ‘slave’ for now.”
“Oh, ok.” Heidi cleared her throat, “Slave, can you get me a caprisun?”
Ruth stopped Madison from moving, “Heidi, that sounds more like a request than an order. Owners don’t give requests to property.”
“Oh, right. Sorry.”
“It’s ok. We’re learning.”
“Slave, get me a caprisun. Plea…Now.” 
The command lacked weight. The authority Ruth carried was nowhere to be seen in the nervous red face of the tiger girl. It didn’t stop Madison from following the order just as the bear trained her to do so. It just felt different, off. If Ruth said it the mustelid would have balked or raised her finger despite following. But with Heidi she couldn’t bring up the desire. She was too new, too soft. It’d hurt her more. 
How she circled to that logic confused Madison when she returned with the juice pack. “Thank you, Mad, uh, slave.” Heidi took the pouch, stabbing into it with the orange plastic straw. 
“I could use a beer.” Ruth held Madison in place when she said it, eyes on Heidi. For a minute the tigress stared at them, eyes widening when she realized what the butch bear meant. 
“Oh. Slave, go get a beer.”
Returning with beer in hand Madison noted Ruth pulled out her favorite chair. It had a red leather cushion with a large hole where her slave’s head would go, a feature that made it the stink badger’s least favorite piece of furniture in the house. Before cracking open the can Ruth latched cuffs over Madison’s ankles and wrists, locking them together and laying her down in the seat. A pillow had been stuffed inside to prop her head up. “Take a seat, kid,” Ruth playfully patted Madison’s head like a pad, “Since it’s your first session, I’d like to show you a few things this bitch is capable of.” 
Heidi’s white panties encompassed the hooded girl’s face as she sat down, pushing the stink badger's head back into the pillow with a warm weight against her muzzle. The heat and scents mixed with the constricting latex, but thin thighs weren’t enough to muffle everything Ruth said. She wished they did, just to avoid the indignity of what the bear started showing.
Recordings of her first weeks in the bear’s bondage played loudly off the screen. The crack of a paddle or flogger, gagged grunts or rebellious callouts that earned a harsher snap. “First I thought she was a masochist. I’m still on the fence on her emotional pain, but physical is a no go. That being said, hitting her cunt gets a great reaction out of her. Though I’m more fascinated by her ass. Damn thing is made of rubber.”
“What do you…oh…” 
Madison couldn’t tell which scene played next. Ruth loved toying with her asshole so much she might have made a compilation of them. 
“She tends to be a bit uppity, but I like a little resistance. When she really needs to be punished, I give her an enema. You can really see how it bloats her belly.”
The more Heidi watched, the stronger the scent grew. Arousal seeped at her panties and nipped at Madison’s nose. She’d been between Ruth’s legs enough to hate the scent even if Heidi’s was softer. Her tongue slipped out, idly tracing the drenched space before she realized it. Heidi shuddered, her legs quivering against the stink badger’s ears. Ruth trained Madison to service arousal. Her body couldn’t deny it no matter how much her mind screamed not to eat out her best friend. 
“Careful now,” Ruth teased as Heidi’s crotch leaned forward, “I trained that tongue personally, so she might be a bit intense for a virgin.”
She couldn’t stop. Heidi’s hands clutched her friend’s latex scalp, her short breaths mixed with the sound of training’s long past in the background. Instinct threw reason by the wayside as Madison’s tongue slipped the panties aside to taste the clit. She hated the taste, but her friend’s moans were a better motivator than Ruth’s vulgar comments. 
The juices splattered her face. Shame crawled up Madison’s spine. Shame of eating out another woman. Shame of it being her friend she pleasured. And shame of being a slave to both. Underneath all of that came a hint of satisfaction she wanted to cast out. She shouldn’t like what they did to her. Never!
“How was she?” Ruth asked. Heidi responded in nods and deep breaths. “Better than the dryer? Or does your mom give you a vibrator?” 
Heidi didn’t answer. An acrid scent washed over the hooded girl, one she was too familiar with in ways she didn’t wish. “I, um, I need to pee.” 
“Oh?” Ruth’s tone sparked with interest, “There a reason why you’re not getting up?” Madison knew what was coming. She closed her eyes and hoped she was wrong, but the next few words sealed it.
“Is…is it ok if I go in her? I don’t want to make a mess, I can bring her to the bathroom.”
Five thick fingers clasped the latex scalp. Ruth raised her adopted slave higher, arching her face so her maw could slip perfectly over the tigress’s cunt. She did without hesitation, not even a whine. “No need. I’ve been putting her in urinal training even before she got in trouble at school.”
Hot piss streamed into her mouth. Their friendship was ruined. Heidi couldn’t be friends with anyone she’d used for a toilet. Yet tears did not seep from Madison’s eyes. She just guzzled the mistress-in-training’s urine without question, just as she’d been trained to do.
The rest of Heidi’s lessons were told with video examples, her wet cunt remaining over Madison’s face until the second hour ran up. Ruth didn’t remove the mask then. “Why don’t you have your fun with her? I gotta go head out for a bit. A surprise date popped up on my calendar. I left money for Pizza should you get hungry.”
She didn’t doubt Ruth planned this from the start. Twist her one regular friend into a deviant dominant just to dig the knife deeper on where Madison belonged; at the feet of others. She thought about all the things Heidi would do to her once Ruth was gone, cursing that somehow her own pierced cunt grew hot and bothered by it. This fucked up town ruined her. Ruined everything in a life that had nothing.
But Heidi didn’t use her. The moment Ruth left, the young tigress kicked off the seat and unbound her host’s daughter. Not just the cuffs but the collar as well, quickly enough that Madison reached out to stop the tigress from grabbing the hood. 
“W-What are you doing?” She stammered out to the tiger.
Heidi blinked bewilderedly, “Taking your hood off?”
“W-Why?” Madison wanted to push her away but her body refused to move, “So you can humiliate me with it off?”
“What? No!” Heidi said, “So we can watch a movie without you wearing it. It’d be weird if you were gimped when watching a romance.”
Now it was Madison’s turn to be confused. “What?” She said, “You just pissed down my throat and now you expect me to watch a movie with you?” Her tone came off more desperate than she wanted. Fury didn’t seem to manifest. 
“Yeah. What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal?” Madison grabbed the collar and wrapped it around her neck. “Heidi, I’m a slave. I’m not that bitch’s fucking daughter, I’m her little fuckpet. Her muffhating muffeater, some defiant non-dyke that…that…damn it!” the leather collided to the floor, bouncing an inch before stopping. “I don’t get to have friends. She made that clear.”
“Why not?” Heidi asked. Madison stared at her, eyes reddened. “No, seriously, why not? You say you’re a slave, but your mom, or I guess, your owner, treats you way more like a person than most people who use that title.”
“Huh?” Madison sniffed.
Now pulling the hood away, Heidi smiled and said, “You know Brandy and her so-called twin, Cunt? Well, Cunt used to go to school and have a regular name. Hell, I think she had her own room. But when Brandy wanted a slave, her parents let her do it to her sister. No one even remembers her old name, and she doesn’t go to school. Pretty sure she spends the school day in the dungeon made from her old bedroom.”
“That’s…that’s horrible.”
“It’s a bit, yeah. The bottomless school has classes and spaces for slaves and pets, but Brandy is too private with hers.”
“It what?” 
She nodded too casually for Madison’s liking, “You see it more in the bottomless district I guess. I heard there’s an otter in a near permanent pink gimp mask that’s actually an actor facing charges for rape. He, or I guess she now, is now another slave but at least gets school. You may be one, but Ruth treats you more like a daughter.”
“Parents don’t fuck their kids.”
Heidi laughed, “My mom taught me how to masturbate. Pretty sure at least two kids in our class are fucking their parents.” Soft hands took Madison’s own, “Look, I get that you’re humiliated at that, but I don’t want you to think it changes anything between us. I still want you to be my best friend. Ruth’s lessons are great and I wanna learn more from her, but if you’re bothered by it I’ll ask her if there’s an alternative. Right now though? I wanna watch movies and talk boys with my bestie. Like that cute rabbit you’ve been sneaking time with in school the past week.”
Her face went white. “D-Don’t mention that around her.” She squeezed Heidi’s hands, “Please, she can’t know I’m seeing a boy. She forbid it.”
“Forbidden love?” Heidi’s eyes lit up and her smile beamed like the moon on a starry night, “OMG, you gotta tell me everything! I won’t tell a soul, never!”
The girl that just pissed down her throat stood before Madison swearing secrecy. Revulsion, anger, and hatred would have made sense. Not satisfaction and relief. Yet the latter was what she felt. Relief that in the fucked up town, there were a few people who could treat her like a person even after everything they’d do. 
In the end, that was enough.


***


“You were surprisingly complacent with her orders.” Ruth said, waving goodbye to Heidi as the girl’s mother picked her up, “Do I detect a hint of enjoyment with her in charge?”
Madison didn’t care to hide her scowl but forgot her blush. “I like Heidi, as a friend. Besides if she’s gonna be a mistress or whatever then I’d like for her to start off easy or something. It doesn’t matter, the lesson’s over.”
“Until the week after next.” Ruth scratched her belly, “Her mom and I had a talk. She’s gonna be coming over for a sleepover every other week. Two hours of teaching, rest of the night doing whatever it is brats like you do with good girls like her.” 
“Fuck off,” Madison brushed the bear’s hand away, “You’ll get bored of humiliating me in front of her soon enough.”
“Oh, you wound me with such shallow thoughts,” Ruth mockingly clutched her chest. “The shaping of a young dominant is a reward all its own.”
As much as Madison wanted to call bullshit she stopped to notice purple marks against Ruth’s necks. Squinting they looked like…”Are those hickies?” 
“What?” Ruth covered them with her hand, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes you do.”
“Maybe…yeah,” Ruth’s smug face shined bright, “Me and Heidi’s mom did more than talk.”