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Edit: If you're getting a ping about this, I asked Kandlin to update Amethyst to her correct fur color. I'm normally not bothered by it but I'm trying to ask for consistency now.
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Amethyst loved the embrace of latex. How it stretched across her body, the pull she felt with each breath, and the tiny squeaks made with each movement. The vole, despite her bratty nature, loved nothing more than being reduced to a mere object. A pretty, shiny, doll that carried no defining features.
Well, no. That wasn’t a complete truth. Amy knew that, even when bound and restrained in her suit, her green hair was pushed out to a ponytail despite it normally hanging on one side of her head. Easy to pick out, and to grab in case her mistress wanted an extra handle. Her jaw crunched against the big rubber gag in her mouth, quivering at the tactile memory of how roughly the older pig woman would grab her hair. Her girlfriend, her mistress, was a kind soul behind the blunt exterior. But she knew damn well how to treat a girl rough, and some days Amethyst just wanted to be forced onto her knees to clean the dust off those work boots.
The pig wouldn’t allow that, not unless she cleaned it herself. Christ, sometimes her mistress was almost too motherly outside of play.
A latex squeak snapped her from her thoughts. Blind thanks to the leather over her eyes, Amethyst twitched her ears to catch a hint of her sister slave. She could imagine Rebecca clear as day, kneeling beside her with a full latex suit and hood, her eyes covered by a blindfold. She knew, because the outfit was her idea. Long had she wanted to use their shared cuckpuppy in more than just watching. It was clear the pittie wanted to do more than just watch, despite her lack of complaints. She was just that kind of girl.
And, like any good mistress, Amethyst wanted to give her pet what she wanted. But today, she was not Rebecca’s mistress. She would argue they were equals, shared pets to a woman almost twice her age. Sure, Helga might say Amethyst was her top bitch, but the distinction hardly mattered underneath those calloused hands.
She felt her collar dig into the back of her neck. Amethyst shivered, looking up into darkness. Half of her wanted to slip between her crotch and end the rising desire. But she knew the chastity belt would put a stop to that. Her mommy might enjoy it though, and it’d fit the words ‘Brat’ that were plastered over her blindfold.
“You’re both expensive cunts,” Helga chided playfully. “You know that?” The leash between the vole and pitbull grew taut, calling both to attention. “I swear, I’m basically paying Tom’s rent at this rate. Or at least a good portion of Rebecca’s salary given her hours there.” The leash stayed stable, with only the tense and restrained breaths of two gimps echoing through the room. Each movement followed by a squeak of the shiny black material Helga paid dearly for. “But in the end, it’s worth it. Because I get to look at my two prized possessions in their best outfits at the end of the week. Where I can sit back, and enjoy my leisure.”
Pulled closer, Amethyst felt her mistress’s hand cuddle against her cheek. She leaned into it, melting for scratches like a feral hound seeking approval. Helga’s laugh sent tingles down her spine. “And tonight, I get to do whatever the fuck I want.”