Rebecca nuzzled up against the older woman’s chest. Despite the play having ended, the pitbull had been reluctant to take off all of her latex attire. It was a pain to get into in the first place, and she liked how the mask felt against her face. Amethyst, by contrast, had stripped away most of the latex, letting her girls basque in the open air.
“Please don’t tell me you bet on them.” The vole asked, to which the pig momentarily brushed off with guilty eyes. “Mama, how much did you lose?”
“Only twenty bucks,” Helga mumbled with quiet shame. “I swear they were going to do well this time, I knew it.”
“You say that every time,” Amy nestled in at the pig woman’s side. “You know the definition of insanity, right?”
“You don’t need a college course to know what a quick google search will tell you.” Despite her frustrated tone, Helga pulled the vole close. Rebecca softly smiled as she and Amy used their swine mistress as a shared body pillow. Not ten minutes ago were they at the older woman’s cruel mercy. Humiliated, toyed with, and made to plead for release.
But that was play. A fantasy the three played in where Helga could let her cruel nature seep out and the girls could sink into depravity guilt-free. Now was the time to rest and recover, something Rebecca never considered she’d like as much as she did. To lay around and do nothing was anathema to her. She always trained, breaking up the moments with horror movies or running errands for her deadbeat father. Part of her wished they could put on one now, but Helga hated horror movies.
Rebecca found that funny.
“Something on your mind, Rebecca?” Helga asked.
The pitbull shrugged, “Oh, nothing really.”
“Nothing?” Helga raised her brow, “Amy, do you believe that?” The vole didn’t respond, having closed her eyes. Her chest slowly rose and fell as she slipped into a nap. The pig shook her head, “Jeez, I’m twice her age and I’m not even tired.”
“You exercise more.” Rebecca reasoned. Though she was feeling some post-play fatigue herself. “Don’t tell Amy, but I think she’s kind of lazy.”
Helga responded with a nod and a chuckle. “She pushes herself to be. She still hasn’t found a hobby to do when bored.”
“Yeah…” Rebecca yawned. Closing her eyes, she asked, “Can you wake us up in twenty? We still gotta clean everything.”
“Sure thing,” Helga said, nuzzling the pitbull’s headfur, “Nap tight."
***
And thus, we reach the conclusion of this little series I started commissioning last June. It'd been fun to write, and \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
| \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tkandlin\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t