Madison awoke with a yawn and a gnawing sensation at the back of her mind. She looked at the bear sleeping beside her, back facing her, and snores rebounding in their room. She waited for a few moments to see if Ruth would wake, and Madison crawled out of bed when she didn't. The gnawing feeling grew with each step to the bathroom.


She knew what it was. Madison saw it on her face clear as day. Her chewed lip, the short breaths, the way her heart flickered when Ruth stepped in behind her. Her neck craned backward, ears flattening for the bear’s hold. But her mother ignored her signs, grabbing a toothbrush instead.


The stinkbadger had not even dressed herself by breakfast, walking into the kitchen naked with her nipples tight and face sour. Ruth barely did better with a sleeveless t-shirt pulled over her wide frame. 


“Any reason you’re naked?” The bear asked, lighting the stove. 


“Too tired to get dressed,” Madison said. Half a truth and half a lie. She froze as Ruth leered in her direction, waiting with her heartbeat pounding for something, anything. Then the bear shrugged and cracked some eggs as if nothing had been said.


She held her sigh. They’d repeated the same dance for days since the cookout, always ending the same. Once she desired Ruth to avoid her, to keep her strong hands away from pressuring her into submission. Now Madison rubbed her legs at the thought of it, biting her lip when no one was looking. 


For a week she’d been ignored. Ruth had not forced herself upon her. She’d not taken her to the Back-in-Gas to chain her beneath the counter and stuff her face between those thick lips. Not once had the bear toyed with her asshole, not even under the bullshit pretense of experimentation. Madison’s itch demanded a finger, but her own was not enough. There were enough toys to try on her own but she left them be. She needed to be forced. 


She needed someone’s will exerted upon her own. 


But Ruth denied her. Worse, she acted as if she didn’t notice. It was one thing if her mother, her mistress, smugly pressed about her desperate arousal. She could defy her then, rebel as the ‘brat’ the bear made her out to be. But there was nothing to rebel against. By all accounts, she was free to do what she pleased. 


Terry was too busy with schoolwork to answer her call, as was Heidi who couldn’t come last weekend for Ruth’s lessons on doming. Madison sat alone, naked and frustrated with arousal, contemplating her situation while Ruth prepared her breakfast. 


“You excited to go back to school?” Ruth asked, sliding the plate of scrambled eggs over.


“What?” Madison blinked, staring at her breakfast in silence. “Oh, school. I’m starting back up today?”


“It is Monday. You said you were ready Saturday.”


“I did?” She asked, thinking back. She did, having grown sick of being in the house alone with Ruth babying her. “Yeah, I’m…I’m a little nervous, I guess. Everyone will know–”


“No one knows what happened to you in there,” Ruth assured her. She rested a heavy hand on her daughter’s shoulder.


The young mephit elicited a sigh. “I doubt that,” She said, brushing the bear’s paw away.


“I’m serious.”


“How would you know?”


The bear shrugged, “It’s not like anyone is talking about it at the Back-in-Gas.”


She stared daggers at the butch bear. “People don’t exactly talk in the stalls.” 


“You’d be surprised what some of my regular thieves say when I catch them in the act.” The bear grinned, “Gossip has its way of showing up in the most unexpected places.”


“Then I should be more concerned that they’ll know,” Madison looked at her breakfast, still uneaten and getting colder. “How could they not? Everyone knows everything in this fucked up town.”


“Where did you get that idea?”


“I don’t know. It feels right?” She gritted her teeth and turned away. “I was walked up the steps of city hall naked by a pole used for feral dogs. There’s no way someone didn’t record that on their smartphone. I’m not ready to be bombarded with questions about why I was there, about what happened. I’m ready for people to act like I’m lesser because I’m a slave.”


She hadn’t realized her tears until Ruth rubbed them away. She kneeled to meet her daughter’s gaze. “Yeah, this is a weird town. Yeah, you’re my slave, but you’re my daughter first. None of your classmates can make you do anything you don’t want.” With a cheeky grin she jested, “Unless I tell you they can, but I ain’t gonna do that.”


“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Despite her sour expression, a smile wormed its way across her face.


“No, no I guess not.” Ruth sighed, scratching her headfur. “I never expected to be a mom. Never expected to give a shit about anyone else. So I don’t know what to say to make you feel happy about going to school. All I can tell you is that you can’t keep putting it off. You need an education.”


“Since when does a slave need an education?” 


“Since I tell her she does. But this is less about that and more about you not letting that bitch win.”


“So why didn’t you start with that?” Madison asked, putting away the image of that rhinoceros towering over her. 


“Because I’m making the best of what I got, ok?” The bear argued. “If you stay in here, away from everyone else, then she wins. You needed time to heal, and you still do for some wounds, but not everything gets better with rest. A muscle gets stronger when it's tested. Confidence grows brighter when fanned by friends. You need to go to school, you need to live a life outside of these walls. I’m not the kind of slave owner that keeps their property locked inside at all hours until I’m using them, I got other shit to think about.”


“So, what?” Madison pushed out a sardonic laugh, “You need me in school to get out of your hair?”


“That’s certainly a plus.” Ruth looked at the clock and shook her head. “Can you just get dressed so we can leave? I promise the day will go fine.”


Not seeing any point in arguing further, Madison left to dress. While Ruth didn’t pick anything out for her, the bear still bought all of her clothes. She was sure there were more clothes for her than Ruth had for herself. The drawers in the dresser were separated by three piles to differentiate the types of outfits the bear got her. To the right were what Madison deemed to be slutwear; mesh tops, hot pants, micro skirts, etc. The kind of stuff she’d wear on a street corner or, more realistically, in the Back-In-Gas. To the left were assorted pink garments, sun dresses, and blouses. Feminine wear Ruth saved for punishments. In the middle, and Madison’s preferred pile, were more tomboy attire like tank tops, sports bras, yoga pants, and reasonable pants.


Dressing herself in a black tank top and gray cargo pants, Madison was rushed to the truck and dropped off at school. She thought about Terry on the ride over, hoping she could convince him to use her in private instead of thinking about what questions people would ask about her absence. 


“Here,” Ruth handed her a cell phone. At least, Madison assumed it was. It had no touchscreen and had to be flipped open. “I’m on your contacts list already. If you need to come home early, and I mean really need to, call me.”


The young girl smirked dryly at the bear. “So now I get a cellphone? You sure I’m not gonna call the…” She let the sentence wander off in silence. “Thanks,” she said finally, “I’ll do that.”


They didn’t hug. Ruth initiated one but Madison slunk off to the front doors of her school before. She didn’t want a loving embrace. Heidi didn’t care, stopping short of taking her to the ground the moment she got inside.


“Oh my god, I have missed you!” the tigress squeezed with surprising strength. Madison tapped her friend’s side for relief, leading Heidi to let go. “Sorry, sorry. You’ve just been gone for so long I was worried.” She curled a finger through one of her pigtails, anxiously biting her lip as her feet bounced softly. 


Rolling her eyes, Madison relented and spread her arms wide for the hug. This time Heidi didn’t try crushing her. 


“You’re ok, right?” She asked, following Madison to her locker. “I heard you were in jail on some technicality. You didn’t hurt anyone, did you?”


“Do I look capable of hurting someone?”


“You almost broke Kiki’s nose on your first day,” Heidi stated matter-of-factly.


Madison’s counterargument hung silent with her open jaw. “No, I didn’t hurt anyone,” she said, shaking her head. “It wasn’t…I don’t feel like talking about it.” She peered around the halls for glances toward her. Some ignored her, too deep in their own conversations, but enough looked her way. One trio of a bunny, ferret, and doberman seemed to smile in her direction. “Are they saying anything about me?” Madison asked her friend. “Like, rumors?”


“Well, Kiki tried to spread a rumor that you were arrested for being a prostitute. It didn’t stick.”


Madison stared saucers at the tigress. “That’s illegal in this town?” She asked, thinking back to Ruth’s business. 


The tigress shrugged, “If it is, I don’t think anyone cares. My mom tells me that hookers and whores are fine so long as they have the decency to operate at night and on the Outskirts. She says that any in Rosebud would give the district a bad reputation.”


Madison nodded, ignoring the subtle sting in her friend’s words. She gathered Heidi didn’t mean her, or at least she didn’t think the same as her mother did. Besides, she didn’t actually get paid for work in the Back-In-Gas anyway, it all went to Ruth. 


Finally getting her locker open, Madison stood stiff as she realized something. Terry hadn’t visited her yet. She looked up and down the hallway. He had to know she was coming to school today. “Is Terry sick?” she asked.


“Terry? No, I saw him when I got in.”


Her heart sank, “Do you know where he is?” 


“By his locker maybe? You could–” The bell rang before Heidi could finish. With only a minute to get to homeroom, everyone in the hall surged like a wave, carrying Madison and Heidi back until they found themselves at Miss Peaches’s class door. Steadying herself, she stepped inside and figured she’d see her boyfriend later. 


The morning classes didn’t feel real. Like a dream where events were unfolding but no information was absorbed. She’d look at the chalkboard, listen to the teacher speak, but it all felt muffled in a way. Not muffled, but she couldn’t describe it.


What she could describe was the pressure on her back and shoulders. She felt like a turtle retreating deeper into their shell. Everyone had to be looking at her, she knew it. They weren’t when she glanced but they must be. They had to know. 


Madison raised her hand,“C-Can I be excused? I need to use the bathroom.” 


The black bovine stopped her math lesson, looked at Madison, and smiled. “Of course, dear. Remember to take a hall pass. Don’t want to be caught without one.”


Imagining that several students preferred it that way, Madison kept herself quiet and left with the pass. She didn’t need to pee, but the wide open space of the hallway helped ease her up regardless. In no rush, the short-tailed skunk took a walk to the bathroom, then passed it, wandering the halls of her school until she stopped at the high school entrance. There wasn’t any real reason, it just seemed like the best place to stop.


“Madison?” 


She turned around. Terry was behind her, a book bag slung over his shoulder. She smiled and nearly tackled him into the wall for a tight hug. 


“I didn’t see you when I got in,” Madison said, sounding more accusatory than she intended. 


“Sorry. I was held up by a teacher about one of my assignments. I was turning it in late.”


She glared up at him. Anger tightened her throat but she held it back. It wasn’t his fault, he wouldn’t lie to her. Not with how deep the blush on his face is. It stood out like a stoplight on his adorable brown furry face. Her legs bucked. She bit her lip. 


Madison pulled him by the arm. “Let’s use the bathroom.” 


“What?” He slipped free. “Madison, I gotta get back to class.”


“It can wait.” 


“No, it can’t. I’m failing math.”


“Is that more important than…” Madison held her tongue. She didn’t want to believe her desperation made her stoop this low, but one look from Terry made it clear she was pushing herself. “S-sorry. I’ve just been…I just missed you. You’ve been busy since the cookout.” 


His ears tilted. “Yeah. I’ve been studying,” Terry said, scratching the back of his head. “I’ve been wanting to visit you but I couldn’t find the time.”


There was something off about his excuse. The way his eyes averted off on the topic of studying. Madison would have pressed if time allowed, but she couldn’t ignore her class forever. “How about today?” She asked, pushing out a smile. “You can hang out at my house or, even better, I hang out at yours.”


“Today’s a…a bad day. I already made plans with an old friend.”


“Someone I know? Can I join?”


He shook his head, “No. We don’t get to hang out much anymore so it’s just the two of us. Look, this week isn’t super great, but I’m open for next week or something.” He pulled her closer and left a soft peck on her cheek. “See you around.”


Madison watched her boyfriend’s ass while cupping her cheek. By all accounts, he blew her off, but she didn’t want to admit it. Who this other friend was swelled in an ugly emotion she didn’t expect to have. It plagued her so much that she barely registered the tomboy bunny girl glancing her way down the hall.


By lunch, the feeling grew from envy to paranoia. She was Terry’s girlfriend, she should have been his top priority to hang out with. Especially since she was so eager to get him off. She didn’t even like cunt yet the idea of eating his made her chest burn. If they had the same lunch periods she’d try again, more forward to make sure he got the message.


Heidi’s phone pinged. The tigress, her lone companion at the table, giggled with glee at the text, typing away another. “You wanna see what I made Tinkerbell do?” 


“Who?” Madison asked in a haze. She thought back to the name’s familiarity, landing on the donkey Heidi had by a fairy costume and leash on Halloween. “That’s not his name, right?” 


“It might as well be. Way better than Jeremy.” She pushed her phone across the table, “He’s over at Rosebud so everyone sees the little cage 24/7. Now that he’s used to that, I gave him something else.” 


The picture that Heidi shoved into her best friend’s face was of a donkey boy their age standing in front of a locker room mirror. His legs were shoulder-length apart, exposing the tight barred chastity cage keeping his equine cock trapped in his sheath. One hand held up two fingers in a peace sign while the other held his phone. A nervous smile crossed his face as if he had precious seconds to take the photo before being caught. What stood out the most though, and likely what the tigress was so giddy about, was the tight pink bra underneath his unbuttoned shirt.


“It’s mine,” Heidi whispered, giggling under her breath. “I gave it to him for being a good bitch, but he has to wear it when I tell him. Doesn’t he look good in it?”


“It looks like it’s going to break.”


Heidi nodded, “Yeah, I’m going shopping with him later to get him better clothes. But I do like how tight it looks on him. Oh! Maybe you could join us? We could make it a thing.”


Madison held her tongue at the idea. Both because she wasn’t completely sure on whether spending the afternoon alone with Heidi and her…her bitch, was a good idea, and because she found herself drawn to the photo. “Have you been making him do this all the time?”


“Yup!” She nodded, “I even make him update me to ensure he’s still plugged. I heard boys have a special button back there and when I tried it he got all silly, so now he’s anal only. Ruth’s been giving me advice. He’s not as stretchy as you, but he’s getting there.” Several photos of evidence were flipped before Madison’s eyes. Some featured the donkey’s ass being fingered, penetrated with toys, and even fisted with a medical latex glove. Others were humiliating poses or subservient positions like kneeling at her feet or exposing his stomach like a feral dog. Heidi’s excitement teetered when pictures of Jeremy tied up and unlocked surfaced. “He’s such a whiner,” she said with a lustful sigh, “I have to gag him when cleaning his cage. He keeps wanting me to stroke him. It’s cute that he thinks his dick is going to get any action that’s not edging.” 


Madison looked at her friend, bewildered. When she first met the tigress she was too nervous to piss in the stinkbadger’s open mouth. Now she tormented a donkey boy their age like it was a hyperfixation. A not-so-small part of her was envious of Jeremy, but she quickly batted the thoughts aside. She was just on edge for not getting used…no. Madison bit her lip.


“I need to use the bathroom.” Madison got up so fast she almost tripped backward over her seat. All she needed was to get off. Her piercings made that impossible, but Ruth trained her ass enough to make do. She’d just give it the finger in the toilet, just one orgasm, and the thoughts would stop.


Head down in thoughts Madison bumped into someone as she turned the corner. She muttered an apology and hastily moved on but someone caught her hand. “Hey, you’re Madison, right?”


Madison pulled her hand away. “Yeah, who’s asking?” The who in question was a familiar ferret girl she couldn’t place. Her blonde headfur was bundled into a ponytail with a bang covering one eye. Even for the school, she wore little, covering her chest in a hot pink tube top that matched the skirt ending at her thighs. Something about her smile set off alarms in Madison’s head. It was cocky, confident, as if used to getting what she wanted. It wedged Madison’s feet to the ground. 


“No one special,” she said, nudging her head back. A hand clamped over her shoulder, belonging to a tall athletic rabbit girl with pink hair and matching eyes that struggled to meet Madison’s gaze. A doberman with black headfur that ran down her back stepped out from the other side, clad in a long purple dress and carrying a cautious smile with her hands behind her back. “Just some girls who want to talk.”


Realizing she was boxed in, Madison tightened her fists and glared at the ferret. Like with Ruth, she felt it only added fuel to the fire. “About what?”


“Word in the halls is that you’ve got a talented tongue.” The ferret thumbed Heidi when she spoke, unaware the tigress was consumed with interest in her phone at the table. She then pointed to the rabbit, “My friend here has had a crush on you for a while now. She’d really appreciate it if you gave her a kiss.” 


The kind of kiss was made clear when the ferret held two fingers to her face and slipped her tongue through them. Madison’s chest skipped. She wished for fury but something else came instead, giving her face a pinkish hue. “I…I have a boyfriend.”


“We know,” the ferret said, “We’re not asking you to break up with him or even for a date. We just want your tongue. Well, my friend does. I’m just curious enough about watching to ask since she’s too much of a coward to make a move.”


“Hey, it’s a reasonable fear.” The bunny countered. One glare from the ferret made her anxiously laugh it off.


Madison almost said no. It slid down her tongue like a waterslide only to clasp on at the last second. “O-One condition…” she pushed herself to say. The ferret raised her brow, then tilted her head to hear it. Clutching her arm tight, the skunk looked away as she uttered in a low voice as if not wanting anyone, even herself, to hear “I…I need you all to be forceful.” 


The ferret smiled with her teeth bared. Entering Madison’s personal space, she slipped a hand underneath her shirt. “Oh, I think we can do that,” she whispered, one finger circling the mephit’s nipple. “Anything off the table?”


The touch and the question stunned Madison. Taking that as a no, the ferret twisted her around and locked fingers through her headfur. “Get moving then,” she commanded, leading the short-tailed skunk forward. Madison, to her shame, moved along without a hitch.


In the girls' locker room, the bunny shoved Madison against a pink locker. She kissed without warning, greedily slipping her tongue past the stinkbadger’s lips. “I didn’t say you could kiss me.” She spat. 


The bunny grinned. “You said to be forceful. So I’m being forceful.” Madison’s complaints were silenced by the smothering kiss. She tried to push away the tongue with her own, but it fell to submission every time. Only her moans acted as defiance. Like her preferences, the girls ignored them. 


Finding a jump rope the ferret made her other friend tie Madison’s arms together at the elbows. “You look better tied up,” the ferret said, “Maybe you should wear some restraints at school. Let everyone know where you stand.”


The bunny slipped under Madison’s waistband before she could argue. Cold fingers braced her pierced lips. “Wow…so the rumors are true. Can you even get off?”


“Fuck off…” 


“Can I see it?” The doberman asked. Seizing a chance, the ferret yanked Madison’s pants down as the rabbit muffled her with mouth-to-mouth. A quick series of thigh slaps forced the skunk to keep her legs apart, exposing her cunt rings for the girls to see. 


“Woah…your pussy is ruined.” The doberman said.


“Oh my god, be nice. It’s pretty cute like this.” The ferret grabbed the canine’s head, “Why don’t you see if they work?” 


The doberman’s warm wet tongue sent shivers up Madison’s spine. She’d never felt a touch down there like it. The lukewarm saliva left over, the itch barely scratched, it was tantalizing yet wrong. As if she knew deep down she wasn’t supposed to feel anything. 


“S-Stop…” she uttered, “Stop it, please. Not there.”


The ferret, to Madison’s surprise, pulled her canine friend back. “Hey, hurry up,” she said to the bunny, “We don’t have all day. Gym starts in twenty.”


“Fine,” the rabbit huffed, pulling her shorts down and forcing Madison to the floor. Her pussy showed early signs of shaving, enough that Madison could smell the remains of the cream when the wet folds pressed against her mouth. With trained instinct she licked, carefully propping the bunny’s cunny for sweet spots and ignoring what she could of the taste. 


The rabbit shuddered. Her grip on Madison’s scalp tightened. Madison laid out slow flat laps across the mound, listening for every huff and gasp as a sign.


“H-Holy shit…” The rabbit muttered through bitten lips. “It’s like she was born for cunt.”


“From what I hear, she was made for it,” The ferret said, following with several clicks of her phone. “Turn her around, I wanna record this.”


Madison caught a glimpse of the ferret’s camera phone when the rabbit shifted. Her complaints fell silent underneath the rabbit’s pussy, leaving her at the mercy of whatever this ferret wanted later. Was it for blackmail, she wondered, or something else? Some kind of digital leash to keep her between the rabbit’s legs whenever the ferret wanted. Could she tell Ruth? No, if she did the bear might consider this ferret as a potential owner. 


It wasn’t like her pool of options was great. Ruth, who Madison knew would like this bunny more than she ever would, made it clear she’d have no actual dick from anyone and likely wouldn’t give ownership to someone who would. Terry, as much as she loved him, lacked something she needed to be subservient to him. He had to know it too, or else he’d have said something different to the bear. The only other top she knew was Heidi and her best friend would get a chance to top her when lessons started up again. 


“Hey,” the bunny snapped, grinding her cunt over the stinkbadger’s nose. “Don’t let up. I’m close.”


She almost told her to fuck off, but the bunny’s grip was just the right amount of tight to get Madison to comply. Her mother, her owner, trained her well enough to finish even when she hated it. And Madison hated it. She hated the taste of pussy, hated that these three girls were using her like some kind of relief station. She hated lying down in a public locker room where anyone could walk on in. She hated that anyone who did would more than likely ask for a turn than scream and get help. She hated being used. Hated that the adult that seemed to care liked to stretch her asshole for fun or train her tongue to please her. She hated that, despite everything, her pussy was gushing wet and demanding stimulation. A finger, a wand, a hard fucking made impossible by the piercings. Anything.


She hated that she loved it. 


The bunny’s breath tightened into quick bursts. Thighs clamped around Madison’s maw as the girl cried out. She couldn’t pull away from the orgasm's taste coating her tongue and dribbling down her chin. Her first heavy breaths when freed carried the bunny’s aftertaste. The rabbit in question looked like she’d been hit with a happy stick.


“I’m surprised you’re still standing,” the ferret said with a smile. The rabbit’s legs buckled then and there. She caught herself on a nearby bench, laying against it as if she had done all the work. Madison said nothing and pointed to her binding. 


“Mind if we make this a regular thing?” The ferret asked, untying Madison while the doberman attended to their shared friend. “We meet up at lunch then head to some place private for the last 30 minutes?”


Madison glared at the ferret while stretching her sore arms. “What if I say no? Are you planning on blackmailing me?” She pointed to the phone.


“What?” The ferret looked insulted by the question. She looked at her phone, “Oh, this? These are personal for me. I never share them with anyone that wasn’t present.”


“And what if I didn’t want you to have it? What if I asked you to delete it?”


Rolling her eyes, the ferret handed her unlocked phone to Madison. “Go ahead.” Madison blinked, shocked at the brazen act. The video was at her fingertips, easy to delete and get out of her life. She looked around, catching the tiny puddle where she was kneeling.


“Fine.” Madison handed the phone back, “But only if you sit with me and Heidi at lunch. I’m not leaving her to join whatever this is.”


The ferret tossed her head aside, “It’s not an invitation for that, but sure. She seems pretty cool."