Normally Saturdays were Heidi’s dominance lessons, but Ruth canceled them. Madison would have shown her appreciation if she got up from the couch. 


She’d been drowning in a well of self-pity since seeing Terry with another girl. The third-act breakup of romance movies always annoyed her but now that she was living through it the young mephit didn’t have a place to argue. It felt like her heart was in a vice. She didn’t go to school for the remainder of the week for fear of running into him and making it worse. Ruth, in a surprise showing of self-restraint, didn’t abuse this sudden sense of melancholy. She didn’t even make Madison sit under the counter in the Back-in-Gas. 


The bear had her limits. “Ok, get up,” Ruth pulled her daughter up by the scruff of her neck. “I don’t need your face making an imprint on my couch.”


“Why not? Not like you use it.” Madison pointed to her mother’s lounge chair. The seat cushion carried the familiar shape of the bear’s ass from years sitting there. 


“Cause it’s my couch. Just like this is my house.”


“And I’m your property, right?” 


The bear grinned, “Daughter, property, what’s the difference?” 


Madison rolled her eyes and tried to lay back against the couch, going limp when the bear refused to let go. Her adoptive mother just sighed, “Really? You’re going to play dead?”


“I’m dead inside.”


“Oh cry me a river,” Ruth dragged her paw over her face, exasperated with the teenage angst. “I forget how stupid young love can be.”


“Love is stupid.”


“Example A, making bold claims with little experience.” Ruth let go, returning to her chair only to stop just as she was about to sit. “No,” the bear turned around, “No, I’m not gonna let you keep wallowing like this. Get dressed, we’re going out.”


Madison, who had been naked this entire time, did not move. “Tick tock,” Ruth tapped her foot impatiently, “Get dressed or I’ll decide what you’re wearing.” 


She already did and Madison was tempted to remind her, but there was no point. She raised her thumb to give the bear what little permission she’d appreciate. Not that it’d matter. Ruth wouldn’t let her leave the house unless it was in something skimpy, boyish, or risked exposing her pussy piercings. She had no evidence but half the town must know about her sealed cunt by now. 


So when Ruth returned with a thick sweater on top of a skirt, Madison raised her brow. “What’s this?”


“Something for the weather,” The bear plopped down a gag, a buttplug as thick as a soda can, and a bundle of black rope she started undoing, “It’s getting cold out.”




***




Of course she chose the mall. Madison had been in Highman Break enough to ask if there were other attractions, at least ones where the attraction wasn’t sexual, and yet she never bothered because everyone just took her to the mall instead. Not that she could ask now, with the ballgag firmly in her maw and expertly hidden by the high collar of her sweater masking the lower-half of her face. 


The thick sweater hid a tight shibari harness thin enough to run through Madison’s pussy rings, making every step a frustrating hell. No doubt the bear knew the thick buttplug wouldn’t be an issue anymore, not that Madison agreed with the constant pressure filling her backside. She couldn’t even adjust it thanks to the cuffs keeping her hands forward, neatly hidden in the front pocket sleeve of the sweater. The only normal clothes she had were the black skirt and shoes, and at least the skirt went down to her knees for the weather. 


“What’s with that look?” Ruth noted Madison’s beady glare. “If you don’t like it, say something. What? Too nervous? Why don’t you sign it for me?” She smiled with smug satisfaction. The short-tailed skunk huffed behind her gag, letting the bear direct her through the mall. She did her best to walk normally, but every now and then she caught a glance from someone. A quick over-the-shoulder look, a stare a few seconds too long, a soft smirk crossing their face as if they could see through her clothes. Madison attributed the pressure to the heat around her thighs. She knew that was a lie. 


Why Ruth chose the mall, beside humiliating Madison in public, became clear when they reached a shoe store. The name, ‘Kissable Soles’, had her raise her brow in disappointment. Did every store have some sort of sex-based pun? Ruth pushed her forward as if to say, “Yes, now stop complaining.” 


As with any shoe store, the place was loaded with display options. From sneakers, to heels, to footwear made for hooves. Ruth must have needed new work boots. Madison glanced at the tan footwear to guess why. They seemed fine enough, weathered from walking but not needing to change. 


“Excuse me,” Ruth pulled Madison between her and a raccoon in the store uniform, “My daughter here is looking for a pair of boots. Good boots. We’re wondering if you could help us out.”


Her eyes went wide. The raccoon nodded, then looked at the shocked mephit, “What kind of boots are you looking for?” 


Madison’s teeth bore into her gag. She thought about looking up to Ruth but feared the turtleneck would slip free. 


Ruth shifted her away, “Oh, sorry. She’s nonverbal and doesn’t like attention. She gave me a few hints though, if that’s alright.” 


“Shouldn’t be a problem,” the raccoon led them deeper into the store. Ruth plopped a blushing Madison down on the nearest bench and undid her shoes, claiming her daughter was too nervous to do much. Fear of being discovered silenced any attempt to call the bear out. 


To the raccoon’s credit, he brought several pairs of boots. Some were practical, well as practical as a chain store in a mall had, others were fashion focused which meant they were overpriced and made of cheap material. There was one pair however that Madison fell in love with the instant they slipped on her feet.


They were made from black leather. Knee-high with wedges to give a full footprint but keep the elevation of a heel. Doc Martens is what the raccoon called it. She’d seen them before, back when she was a vagabond scrounging through garbage. Some girl, her age now, strutted around a parking lot with such confidence that Madison imagined kneeling before her. She tossed that memory aside, but the feel of the new boots had it rebounding back to slap her. 


“I think she likes these,” Ruth snickered, earning a red-faced glare from her daughter. “Why don’t you give a little strut? Break them in?”


Madison, once Ruth pulled her to stand, struggled to keep balance on the boots. She wasn’t one for anything other than sneakers, and Doc Martens were a weird cross between boots and heels. Combined that her arms were in hidden bondage she needed Ruth to help her balance. 


But the boots felt great. They needed to be broken in, but she felt taller in them. Like the world was hers to stomp around. If she kicked an asshole in the junk she’d no doubt pop a nut. 


Ruth, noticing her daughter’s glee, nodded to the raccoon, “We’ll take them.” The shop let Madison walk out with them on. She still needed Ruth’s hand for balance but she was determined to get along without it. Despite the gag and her complicated feelings toward the bear, Madison tried thanking her. 


“Ah, don’t get comfy yet,” Ruth’s smile took a sadistic turn, “There’s still the matter of your punishment for bringing panties into my home.”




***




Gnoll-Ink was a tattoo and piercing parlor in the outskirts bordering on the Aubergine Commercial District. It was where Ruth got Madison her pussy piercings, making her lower half shiver in fear whenever they passed it. So when the bear parked in front of the building again, Madison’s legs refused to move. 


Ruth made them see reason, pushing her girl past the front door. Like any tattoo parlor the walls were littered with designs showing off the artist’s skill. From the generic skulls and hearts, to stuff Madison expected to see on the backs of Japanese gangsters. The glass desk was reminiscent of a jewelry store display, only that none of what was there could easily be taken off. 


Behind the display sat a striped hyena with a long black and white mohawk traveling down her back like a mane. With the tribal tattoos across her arms and the piercings over her face the hyena acted as a living canvas to her work. A knowing smile crossed her lips at the sight of Madison and Ruth. 


“Well, well, fancy seeing you here again,” Dee Freepaw put her phone down, leaning forward at her counter. “How’re my piercings doing? It’s not everyday I get to seal off someone’s cunt.”


Madison’s glare turned to shock when Ruth pulled her skirt up, “Fantastic. Did everything you said and not once has she suffered from an infection. They’re basically a part of her now.”


Dee chuckled to herself, “Well they need to be. Her cunt’s gonna look like swiss cheese if you take them out. When she gets older we’ll get her some new ones.” She cupped her fingers together, “But that’s not why you’re here, is it?”


Madison’s gagged protests only encouraged Ruth’s roughhousing as the bear pulled the sweater over the mephit, leaving the beige outfit dangling off her front arms while her chest was exposed. Rough hands kneaded the flat mounds Madison deemed to be her breasts, pinched and squeezing until there was just enough flesh to make it noticeable. 


“I’ve been wanting to get her some rings on these nips. Thick enough to use as anchor points. Been having a few ideas on how to punish her that requires more than what a clamp can provide.” 


Uncaring hands joined Ruth’s in inspecting Madison’s chest. They prodded, flicked, and pinched in spite of the short-tailed skunk’s gagged protests. “Hmm…Got a thickness in mind?”


“Bit thicker than the cunt. Can I see the examples?” 


The hyena pulled out a panel of barbell piercings, growing thicker from left to right. Each had their sizes printed underneath, ending with a 00G or 10mm barbell piercing that looked like a solid stud. She clutched her chest at the sight of it, forgetting that Ruth might notice and pick what she feared the most. 


“Hmmm…” The bear’s clawed tip hovered over each one, staying uncomfortably long to the 8mm one. “No, I need some nipple left over,” she said, to Madison’s relief, “How about this one, 8g?”


“3.2 millimeters? That’s about medium in my scale, but noticeable enough in undershirts without any padding.”


Ruth grinned wide, “Perfect. How much?”


“Two hundred.”


The room grew silent at the number. Madison thought about if she’d ever seen two hundred dollars in person. She guessed that the Back-in-Gas didn’t count since she spent hours in that stall hooded and blindfolded. 


“Two hundred?” Ruth repeated as if she misheard. At Dee’s nod she stepped back. “For two piercings? The cunt piercings were pricey but these are just nipples.”


“Hey, the metal ain’t cheap. This is implant-grade titanium. Unless you want cheap garbage, in which case forget about using her nipple rings for anything.”


“It’s not like I plan on hanging her by them.”


Dee laughed, “No one can do that, not unless you want to lose your nips. Look, that's the price, take it or leave it.”


Madison, though telling herself Ruth would be better off leaving it, felt an odd sense of excitement when the bear pulled two hundred dollar bills from her wallet. “Kids are a fucking expense.”


Dee took it with a nod and pushed over a waiver for Ruth to sign. “You don’t have to tell me. My daughter’s got a personal bitch now that we gotta feed. Wish she could live off of seed but that’s life.”


Ruth, ignoring the gagged protests from Madison, signed the dotted line with little more than a mumbled swear. At Dee’s request she unlocked her daughter’s cuffs, dragged her to the piercing chair, and locked her arms against the armrests. Madison knew flailing wasn’t worthwhile but she kicked out anyway, leaving the bear to forcibly lock her legs into the provided clamps. 


“Say,” Ruth asked Dee with a wicked grin, “This chair go any lower, or flatten out better?”


The hyena nodded, “The gag will suffice in keeping her quiet. Plus she’ll want something to bite down on.”


“Oh, she knows not to bite. Trained that out of her in the first week. Lower her.”


The piering chair lowered with the sound of a hand crank. Madison struggled fruitlessly in her restraints, uttering gagged curses at the bear. Ruth casually discarded her jeans, exposing a fat and moist pussy eager for what was about to come. 


“Fuck you!” Madison shouted once Ruth removed her gag. 


Dee shook her head, making a tsk sound, “Kids these days. Swearing so early. I blame the internet.”


“Nah, that’s on me,” Ruth positioned her sopping wet cunt over Madison’s face. She felt the flush of heat brush her face as it hovered over her snout. The stench was maddening despite being all too familiar with it. She missed having the urge to vomit in response. “I’m a bad influence.”


Her head sank into the leather headrest with Ruth’s weight pushing down on her. Her tongue flicked out on instinct, lapping and trailing where the bear trained her to go. Gloved hands pinched and pulled at her nipples with the bear’s heavy palm clasped the girl’s skull for balance. 


“Wow, she’s already tight. I thought she was straight?” Dee asked, rubbing a cool cloth over the spiked nipples. The chill ran over her chest. A numbing agent. 


“She is. It ain’t cunt that gets her off, it’s the force.”


All the numbness in the world couldn’t prepare Madison for what was next. In hindsight, eating out the bear’s pussy proved to be a good distraction because she didn’t notice the clamp locking around her right nipple, nor the pull to get it as far out as possible. She felt the pin. The piercing tool didn’t so much hurt as it felt wrong, like she knew that sensation shouldn’t be there. The straps held her arms in place despite her best efforts, and any screams of protest were muffled by her mistress’s fat cunt. 


Dee’s digits unexpectedly traveled down her stomach toward the piercing cunt. Trimmed nails inside latex gloves prodded the standing clit and thrummed across her piercings like they were immovable strings. “You’re not kidding,” the hyena said with a smile Madison knew was there without needing to see, “She’s gushing. I might have to charge you extra for making a mess.”


“Might?” Ruth said, her voice breathy with her young bitch’s work. 


“Well I’m certainly not going to offer a discount. Maybe I should. Have the ‘fun discount’ cover the mess.” Her cackle bounced off the walls like a rubber ball. 


Madison dug her fingers into the armrest. It wasn’t her fault she found force arousing. Everyone used it on her. Everyone save for Terry, and that missing element made sharing a bed with him duller than she liked. She still loved him. Why else would her broken heart hurt? Ironically he’d love these new piercings, and in the past she’d, if bashfully and pretending to be ashamed, be happy to show them. Let him pull and tug at the rings, or quiver as his warm tongue trailed across the cold metal lodged into her body. 


But it wouldn’t be enough. He was too nice, too gentle even when she told him to go hard. Ruth took what she wanted, more than anyone else in this wretched town. If the bear had a dick Madison might not have to hate this as much. In some ways, it made her glad that wasn’t the case. Hatred kept her sane. 


A cold clamp pulled at her left nipple. Ruth ground her cunt against the mephit’s maw, robbing her of any smell or taste not of wet pussy. “Come on. I know you can do better,” the bear growled eagerly. The needle pressed against her nipple. The pressure was slow. Dull, cold, and painfully slow, until it wasn’t. Her chest tightened, fists clenched, and lower body flooded as endorphins washed through her. 


Ruth didn’t let up until she shivered in delight, drenching her daughter’s face in the familiar juices of an orgasm. She would have gone for more if Dee didn’t tell her to get up, “I wasn’t joking about the mess. Get up before I actually add it.”


The bear scoffed but complied, leaving Madison gasping for breath. The body warm liquids cooled as room temperature air hit them. The familiar taste of her adoptive mother caked her mouth, from her tongue to the roof of her maw. Worst of all was the body ache of an orgasm thrumming through her and the shame that brought. 


“I didn’t hear you say she could cum,” Dee pointed out. Madison’s glare elicited a toothy grin from the hyena.


Ruth didn’t share the sentiment. “No offense, Dee, but I’m not blind.” Dee waited for a follow up but the bear didn’t say anything, being more preoccupied with undoing Madison’s restraints. 


A dull pain ruminated in two places below her neck. Madison craned her neck, eyes darting at two thick metal rings that glistened like stainless steel in the fluorescent lights. They were big enough for Ruth to loop her finger through with ease, and she felt their weight at every rise of her chest. 


Soreness rushed forward when she sat up. Madison hugged herself only to grunt and pull her arms away from the sudden pain. 


“Here,” Ruth handed her a cup of water and three little pills. Madison knew painkillers when she saw them and gulped them down without hesitation. She expected the bear to cuff her hands back together and raised her hands for it, only to leave them hanging as Ruth turned to the hyena. 


“How often can I give her painkillers?” Ruth asked, “She’s young so I don’t want to give her an ulcer.”


“Just once a day is fine,” Dee said, “Avoid toying with her chest for a few days and maybe get her some sticky pads for her nips when sleeping. They’ll heal in about a week.”


Ruth gave a long low whistle, “Christ, shit heals fast in this town.”


Dee tilted her head. “No? That’s pretty normal.”


The bear and Madison stared at Dee for a long while. Ruth let loose a held breath in the form of a heavy sigh. “Right, right, sorry,” the bear said, scratching her head, “Must have been thinking about something else.”




***




To her surprise, Ruth undid the rope harness before leaving the parlor. Madison still had to contend with the turtleneck sweater and skirt, but all of her restraints were tucked into a bag sitting neatly in the backseat of the bear’s truck. She almost wished the gag was still locked behind her teeth. It’d justify the silence.


She turned the radio on instead. Ruth didn’t bother to stop her flipping through the channels. None of it was better than the engine so she gave up. 


“So why aren’t I being punished?” Madison asked midway through a long red light. 


“Why should I?” 


“You always find a reason. You like punishing me.”


There was no denying that Ruth agreed, not with her small smile while she stared forward for the light to turn green. “It’s not as fun when you’re punishing yourself.”


Madison blinked. “What?”


Heavy shoulders sagged as the light changed. “How are you so smart and so dumb at the same time? I thought kids were supposed to notice the obvious?”


“I’m not a kid, I’m a teenager.”


“Maybe that’s why. Hormones turning brains to mush,” She turned into the parking lot of a diner, “Why do you think we’re out on the town, kid? You’ve been miserable and I’m trying to treat you to something nice.”


“My nipples would disagree.”


“I never said I was a saint. Besides, those boots cost way more than your new jewelry, so do me a favor and don’t ruin them before I teach you how to properly polish them.” She parked and stepped out of the driver seat.


“I’ve been polishing your leather gear already,” Madison slammed the door behind her. 


Ruth laughed dismissively, “At the bare minimum. Only reason I don’t punish you for sloppy work is because I find the process meditative myself. But I ain’t cleaning your boots, so take care of them. Or don’t, they aren’t my problem.”


Madison had something to say but lost it at the sight of the restaurant. It looked privately owned but had no name until they reached the front door. Cubbies, written in curved neon green. 


“Why are we here?” She asked.


Ruth’s hand froze over the handle. She looked down at her daughter with the most bewildered expression Madison had seen on her. “To get food. What else would we be doing here?”


“This isn’t some trick to humiliate me again?”


“When have I ever needed to trick you?” 


Trickery wasn’t her style. “Well, when have we ever gone out?” Madison asked rather than admit Ruth was right. “We always eat in.”


The bear seemed to ponder on that, “Huh, suppose we do. Well, this is my treat.”


“It’s always your treat. I don’t have money.”


Ruth rolled her eyes, “Oh for fucks sake. Do you want dessert or do you want to be a bitch?”


Madison’s inner child clamped her lips shut at the prospect of dessert. Ruth never forbade things like cake or ice cream, but the bear never bought them so Madison was stuck at the mercy of others for such treats. Besides, the bear was trying to be nice. That didn’t mean much in a town where a backalley fuck might as well be a hello, but she’d take the win.


The smell of fried chicken, salted fries, and grilled beef clung to the air. She was familiar with it, leaping into the scent whenever she was scrounging for food as a vagabond. It was nostalgic despite how difficult those days were, back when she’d slept under benches to avoid the rain. Her mouth watered at the options listed on the menu laid out before her when they sat down. Everything a grease joint could offer and more. 


Then came a laugh. A familiar laugh that dug into her spine like an icepick. She hunched over, burying her face into the menu but her eyes found a way to look behind her. Sure enough in the far corner of Cubbies sat Terry, with that bitch of a badger and…a pony. A white pony with a faded pink mane as though the dye was running out. 


He was two-timing her with two girls at once? Madison grit her teeth as tears formed. Did she misread him? Did the boy who tried to protect her just want to fuck with her? Did he just not find her attractive? 


“Something wrong?” Ruth asked. 


“No,” Madison looked away. Trying and failing to stare back at the betrayer. 


Ruth noticed. “Talk to him.”


“What?” Madison stopped herself short from shouting, “Are you nuts? No.”


“So you’re just going to let him have power over you for free? I have to work for it and I still get clapback.”


“Fuck you, it’s not like that.”


Ruth’s expression told Madison she saw through the bullshit, “The hell it is. Look,” she reached for her daughter’s hand and the mephit, for whatever reason, didn’t pull away, “I know you’re hurting, and you’re going to keep hurting, but you need to face him.”


She was right. Madison hated to admit that because it meant she’d need to follow through. It’d be so easy to avoid it, to wallow in self-pity. But that wasn’t her. She should have known it better than Ruth but her aching heart blinded her to the obvious. Madison spent a year alone and on the road, dealing with bitter cold, blazing heat, and nights cramped in tight places to avoid people. She knew pain from hunger, aches, and more, heartache came close but it wouldn’t overpower her. 


Yet the first step made her stiff. The bear’s hand rested on her shoulder. In silence they looked to one another and she knew Ruth would be there for her. It shouldn’t have made her comfortable, not with the pain in her chest and the woman’s aftertaste on her tongue, but it did. 


It was the same girl she’d seen with Terry at the mall. A badger in a checkered jacket and loose jeans, combined with her short cut she looked like a babydyke as Ruth would say. Most would call her a tomboy. To Terry’s left was a ponygirl with white fur and faded pink dye across her mane, decked in a yellow top and matching leggings split by a black shirt like she was some sort of bee. Both turned with confusion and shock when Madison slammed the table. Terry’s eyes widened in surprise, but she saw no guilt. 


The fucker.


“Is this who you’re seeing?” Madison snarled.


Terry blinked. The badger and pony looked at him. “Madison? What are you doing here?” He asked.


“I’m asking the questions.” She thrusted a finger towards the badger, “Who is this? Did you even wait for me when I was…I was in custody?” The memory wasn’t pleasant and the idea that Terry moved on while cops and convicts were raping her left a sour taste in her mouth. More than Ruth left. 


Again Terry blinked in confusion. The pony looked at both of them, then started chuckling.


“What’s so funny?” Madison asked, holding back the urge to call her a whore. Terry was the one at fault here, not either of these two. Of course they could have said no, so there was a little fault there.


“You haven’t told her,” She stated, eyes on Terry, “Isn’t that why you had Darcy invite me?”


Terry blushed, “I…I-uh, I wasn’t ready.”


Darcy sighed the way only a long time friend could. “Oh my god, Terry, it’s my seventh birthday all over again.”


“I said I was sorry for that.”


“Yet you still haven’t learned. It’s no wonder you took to being a guy, you’re just as clueless.” 


“Hey,” Madison slapped the table, “Stop ignoring me. This is between me and my boyfriend.”


The badger smiled in a way that confirmed something for her. It also looked really punchable for Madison but her new piercings made getting into a fight a bad idea. “I thought as much. He’s been shifty on the subject.”


“I can explain,” Terry stiffened when everyone looked at him. Scratching his head, the brown bunny cringed and waved his hand to the badger and pony, “Madison, this is Darcy and Penelope. They’re pornstars.”


Something snapped. “You’re cheating on me with pornstars?!” 


The entire restaurant went silent. Eyes fell upon them. Madison wanted to die but Ruth kept her steady, glancing back at the crowd to silently tell them to fuck off. 


“Cheating?” Terry’s ear dopped, “What? No! No. I was just asking them advice on how they got in the business.”


That didn’t make sense, “You want to be a pornstar?” Come to think of it they never talked about what Terry wanted. 


He shook his head, “No, no. It’s not for me. It’s for you. I thought you might find a dom there.”


Ruth’s grip tightened enough for Madison to grunt in pain rather than speak. The bear leaned over the table, grinning with interest. “Really? Well, I’m all ears."