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Gretchen Bergfeld knows that better than most. Going back to that damned music camp was something she swore she'd never do, even if it was now as an employee. But sometimes fate likes to fuck with people.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Few things are worse for an introvert than camp. Gretchen Bergfeld knows that better than most. Going back to that damned music camp was something she swore she'd never do, even if it was now as an employee. But sometimes fate likes to fuck with people.", "writing": "This One Time, at band camp:\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tCamp Partheneia was hardly what one might expect. Even now in the week leading up to its opening the sleepy summer camp looked remarkably well groomed and organized. Carefully manicured woods shod with veins of paths between clean modern buildings were a far cry from the slasher movie fare so many of the campers and first time councilors were likely to imagine when they arrived for the first time.\n\n\tThat didn’t mean there was no work left to do. Far from it. Look with a critical enough eye and anyone could eventually find things that might be improved. Sticks and branches littering the sides of pathways or as-yet unassembled equipment for outdoor activates such as archery. Worst of all were the thus-far unassembled piles of chairs and cheap stage which would serve as various performance and teaching areas for the campers lucky enough to come. Those were the thoughts running though one girl’s mind as she sat wedged into the back seat of the counselor buss as it roared its way in. They were the same thoughts she’d had for the past hour, and Gretchen Bergfeld was tired of them.\n\n\tThe brown furred mole girl was already regretting this. She had for years, even back when she was simply one of the campers forced to endure the endless barrage of unwanted attention from her supposed peers. She didn’t really imagine it’d be that much better now that she was to be the impotent authority figure running around telling the kids no before watching them do the same stupid shit they were doing a few moments ago. Already she was bristling at the laughing and singing from the other girls on the bus. Most probably younger than her, all talking over each other in a horrible cacophony that cut through the young woman’s headphone noise and burrowed down her spine with auger like tenacity.\n\n\tThe bus finally stopped before a particularly large wood paneled building set near the small lake which had once given the camp its name. Gretchen gazed longingly at Lake Ktabanln where the sun kissed its furthest edge setting the water off in golds and silvers that broke in tiny rippling waves from off in the far end where the sun shone. She watched that water while the other girls filed out, and waited as long as she dared before joining them in their cheerful consignment to this wage-prison.\n\n\t“Ah, and there’s our ever-tardy miss Bergfeld.” A leopard woman somewhere in her thirties smirked. The feline glanced to another older woman beside her, a somewhat plump armadillo who sported a pair of delicate rimmed glasses and held the small ipad that would rule over their lives for the next few weeks.\n\n\t“Sorry.” Gretchen muttered. The mole hurried to haul her duffle bag over her shoulder while her other arm dangled impotently with the precious flute case clutched in her claws.\n\n\t“Getting a little bit into the BTS are we, Miss Bergfeld?” the Leopard woman laughed.\n\n\t“You were cool.” Gretchen spat back under her breath, eyes cast down on the dusty path.\n\n\t“Excuse me?” The leopard bristled. Her normally calm and lyrical voice taking on a knife edge.\n\n\tGretchen tapped on the wooden side-panel of her headphones with a claw tip and shrank back a touch. “Mountain goats.” She noted before pulling the set down around her neck and flicking the volume dial down.\n\n\t“Oh… Well, regardless. I suppose we can get started with introductions now that everyone is here. My name is Ms. Fremantle. This is Ms. Pierce. We are the directors and as of this year owners of Partheneia. Now many of you I recognize as former campers or even returning counselors, so I’ll try not to bore everyone too much. But for those of you who are new this is one of the most prestigious music summer camps in the great lakes area, and yes I’m including our friends up north.”\n\n\t“You mean the Yoopers?” One girl called out to a collection of snickers. Gretchen simply sank back and gripped her bag strap tight so as to stop herself from pulling the headphones back on.\n\n\t“Now then, how this will work is that each Cabin will be given to two girls who will share the responsibility of both looking after the girls and serve in a teaching role along side our actual music staff. For anyone here who’s done any TA work it’s very much the same idea. Education doesn’t have to be oppressive or malignant. But it often can be, especially with music as I’m sure you all know. When Miss Pierce and I bought this camp last year it was with the hopes of ensuring young talent had an alterative to the strict and overly regimented fine arts training we grew up with. So I’d like to ask you girls not to let the power go to your heads here. Yes we expect you to keep things in order, but you’re also their friends and here to help them. Not to boss them around.”\n\n\tGretchen had to hold back a snorting laugh of her own. Her thick coke bottle glasses slid down her nose and she nearly dumped everything she carried shoving them back up. This once again got all eyes on her. \n\n\t“Sorry” Gretchen muttered to nobody in particular. \n\n\t“Alright, so. If you don’t have any objections. We’ll be handing out your individual assignments now.” The leopard began walking along past the line of counselors handing out manila envelopes stuffed full of pre printed packets “You’ll find your camp shirts and the other things you may need on the beds along with an outdoor-proofed tablet. These things aren’t really that expensive but it will come out of your pay if you lose it so please try to keep an eye on it. If things with your assigned co-counselor get a bit too contentious I’d ask that you bring it to us before the campers actually arrive so that we don’t have any friction spilling over into the kids themselves. Girls are coming here to learn and have fun, so let’s try to keep drama to a minimum. Ok?”\n\n\tGretchen nodded and pulled the packet under her arm with as much grace and dexterity as the stocky teen could manage. She didn’t really pay much attention to whatever was said afterwards. Instead she simply waited for everyone to stop paying any real attention to her and put her headphones back on. Soon enough most of the others cleared out. Friends formed to cliques and new girls were quickly dragged into little pools of sorority that would likely turn on each other before the week was out. \n\n\tOnly when the rest of the staff had wandered away did Gretchen bother to make her way towards the large deck of the main building and plop her rump down hard on the corner. The music once again pushing into her ears, she struggled to pull the folder out and crack it open so as to see just who she’d be stuck with for the duration.\n\n\tThe envelope came into paw easily enough, but the papers within it did not. Thick packets of carefully crafted orientation material spilled out on the ground and fluttered off in the wind forcing Gretchen to drop her bag and fall on the nearest bundle before it flew away.\n\n\tShe wasn’t expecting the other set of paws. A girl she didn’t recognize scrambling in the dirt took hold of a few notes and papers, dusting them off and offering them up to Gretchen with a smile that was all together far too warm.\n\n\t“Hey. You drop these?” The girl snickered.\n\n\tEvery muscle on Gretchen’s body tensed up. She took the papers and slumped back on the ground without glancing up at the girl. A few glimpses of a huge smile and a flicking bushy tail.\n\n\t“Thanks.” Gretchen nodded.\n\n\t“Sure thing. Let me guess. You’re Gretchen Bergfeld?” The too-chipper voice ran like glass shards along Gretchen’s spine.\n\n\tThe mole looked up. A small pang of irrational fear shooting though her gut. She looked the red panda girl over to try and find any recognition. A cute-enough but overly chipper girl. Short and rail thin with her hair pulled back in two braided pigtails. A thin choker and overly large T shirt giving the young woman an oddly ‘alt’ appearance not quite in line with the straight laced and preppy girls that so often flooded the camp.\n\n\t“Oh, sorry.” The wah snickered “My name is Hui. I’m gonna be your co counselor. I mean assuming you are Gretchen. There’s kinda nobody else left.”\n\n\tThe mole nodded faintly and looked around as if someone else would materialize to take this girls place, or take Gretchen’s place. Anything to avoid being stuck with this person. But then, she couldn’t imagine anyone she knew would be any better.\n\n\tThis was going to be a long few weeks.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tSoprano cabin was probably like the rest. Large rows of bunks with small partitions and desks that anyone paying the exorbitant fees for this camp would demand for their kids. The two counselor beds were set in a narrow room built near the front of the cabin, while the other end held the bathroom. It was a setup clearly designed to monitor the girls and make sure none of them ran off or broke rules after hours. From Gretchen’s experience, it didn’t work too well.\n\n\tIn the bed across from her, Hui sat cross legged amid her various belongings. The annoyingly chipper girl had an array of items out already. Her phone, the cheap tablet they would each be using to help ‘keep track’ of the schedule and more than likely just make the camp look justifiably fancy. A small box, something Gretchen vaguely recognized as a deck box, and a big plastic baggie of mixed hard candies with little Undertale style hearts drawn on it in various places.\n\n\tThe mole sat back into her bunk and pulled one of the thin blankets over her as she leafed though a thick crystallography book. Her bad eyes struggled to focus on the desert-dry information. Normally it wouldn’t be too hard. But normally she wouldn’t ‘feel’ another person that close either. Hui’s very existence pushing into the imaginary bubble of self and threatening to pop it with her oppressive disquieting self.\n\n\t“Starburst!”\n\n\tGretchen barely heard the word. She did feel it though. A shotgun blast of candy pelting against her midsection and thighs. The blanket pooled it all down at her feet and caused her to sit up with a shock, glaring at the snickering Wah who had already gone back to studying the outline for their duties this week.\n\n\t“D-do you mind?” It was meant as a yell. A defiant growl of rage to let the girl know who she was dealing with. It left her lips far more a question. A passive aggressive paper whisper that died in her throat and left her to shrink back in on herself the second those shimmering amber eyes struck her.\n\n\tHui crawled up to the edge of her bed and leaned over. She’d thrown the apparently also-too-large camp T shirt on over the other black one she’d been wearing when she got there. The whole thing left her looking silly, and uncomfortable. Worse, Gretchen couldn’t help but feel her eyes drawn up to catch a gaze into the hanging neck hole. She looked back down at her book right away. But the back of her brain still screamed that this girl must have seen her catching a glimpse.\n\n\tA few moments passed. Then a minute. Then a whole Moaning Myrtles song. Eventually the young mole had managed to sink herself back into her bed and lose herself in her book. Her music. All but the imagined thorn of touch that was the wah girl. The one she could swear wasn’t wearing a bra.\n\n\t“You ok?”\n\n\tThe book was pressed to the top of her muzzle before Gretchen even realized what she was doing. Some small part of her brain expected to see the other girl right in her face, grinning like a madwoman and gazing at her unblinking. Thankfully it wasn’t quite that bad. But it wasn’t too much better. The red panda swayed side to side while rubbing her elbow. Hui’s eyes were fixed on the pile of candy resting at Gretchen’s blanketed feet.\n\n\t“Uh, yeah. Fine. I’m fine.” the mole muttered. Her ears folding back\n\n\t“Oh, ok. Getting settled in ok?” Hui muttered\n\n\t“Yeah, I guess.” Gretchen looked up over her book again.\n\n\tGretchen bit her lip and glanced back down at the book. She tried to project her feelings. Her disinterest, her anger, her disdain for this other fur that had gotten so close and who was daring to talk to her. She didn’t really grasp it amounting to little more than low whimpers and a few furtive glances over her glasses. Nor did she notice her own blush, at least at first.\n\n\t“So, why’d you wind up here?” Hui chirped again. Infuriatingly not seeming to pick up on the raging screams for solitude storming quietly in Gretchen’s head.\n\n\t“One last attempt by mom and dad to exert control.” She sighed. “N-never mind. It’s nothing. Just money to help pay for college.”\n\n\t“Really?” Hui blinked “That what the books for? Where are ya heading?”\n\n\t“Western.” Gretchen muttered, before clarifying “Western Michigan University”. She bit back on the whine that was supposed to be a growl and scooted back uncomfortably into her bed. She cursed herself for how readily she was answering and how chummy this girl was getting with her.\n\n\tHui actually slipped one knee on to the bed and leaned in a bit. More of the precious space between them evaporating. The Wah took a moment to look over the back of the book and then arched up to gaze at Gretchen for a long moment. A look the mole didn’t quite know how to process. “Western, huh? My boyfriend is going there eventually. Well, after he gets his other credits out of the way at KVCC. I might too. I donno yet. Mama still wants me to consider my options.”\n\n\tGretchen huffed ever so slightly and let her book lower. She looked up at the girl who had now started gazing off listfully and blushing. The mole tried to scoot back but once again found she lacked the room, instead pulling the covers up over herself a bit more.\n\n\t“So wait if you’re not going to college, then are you taking a skip year, or…” The mole winced even as she asked. Damn her why did she have to engage?\n\n\tThe wah didn’t seem to mind. Didn’t seem to care, really. She kept looking off to the side, thumbing the small ring attached to the choker by a single screw. It was impossibly cheap as far as accessories go. Not that Gretchen ever wore anything superfluous like that. The way the girl cherished it though was odd, it set the mole on edge to watch her new co-counselor off in some dream world.\n\n\tIf Gretchen didn’t know better, she might have thought…\n\n\t“So, uh, is that a Glasser?” Gretchen yelped the word and nodded to the violin sitting on Hui’s bed. \n\n\t“Oh, yeah! I know it’s not too fancy. I mean it cost a lot for us, but it’s not like concert quality or anything. Not like most of the girls here seemed to have from what I saw.”\n\n\t“Rich bitches.” The word slipped from Gretchen’s muzzle before she could catch herself, and Hui, annoyingly, snickered. The mole pulled herself in closer to the head of the bunk and away from the girl. The mere fact that she was loosening up a bit only making her that much more uncomfortable.\n\n\t“Look, if you wanna survive here, you just gotta keep your head down, ok? Just relax, find some stuff to distract you, yell at the girls enough that they think you know what you’re talking about, and hide until its over and you get your check. That’s what I do.” Well, the check part was new. But Hui didn’t need to know that.\n\n\t“Distractions, huh? But Justin-Sama isn’t here.” Hui whined in a voice far too close to some anime character. She only seemed to clutch the little strap tighter as she said it, making Gretchen squirm uncomfortably as her mind raced a bit.\n\n\t“Oh, I know.” Hui giggled “Wanna play a hand of magic?”\n\n\t“The card game?” Gretchen blinked “I don’t really play.”\n\n\t“That’s ok.” The Wah squealed “I can teach you. I got a few spare decks, too. But I call my Eldraine one.”\n\n\tGretchen pulled her blankets up a bit more and pulled the book open once more. “Look, Hui. I gotta study for now. Maybe… maybe later.”\n\n\t“Oh. Ok then. Tomorrow ok?” Hui muttered\n\n\t“Poggers.” The word came more enthusiastically than Gretchen wanted. Why the fuck did that girl have to be so ‘nice’. Either way it didn’t matter. She went back to her tunes and her book, curling under the blankets and letting her mind drift once more. It was about half an album before she bothered to reach down and finally take a few of the starburst, noticing they were all red. She also caught sight of the red panda girl doing… something. She wasn’t sure what. But the way the girls paw moved under her own blankets, Gretchen couldn’t help but feel some thoughts smashing into the back of her brain.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tGretchen had been though this dance from the other side too many times to count. It was her first year counseling, but even before then she’d been a staple as a camper since age nine. Some small part of her suspected that her parents hoped her proverbial ‘shell’ would crack if they just tossed her at this place hard enough. Or maybe they really did want her to focus on her music and simply didn’t have the guts to say it to her face.\n\n\tRegardless, there weren’t many things able to phase her at this point. She knew the camp like the back of her hand and the girls in the camp like a bad rash. Knew it all well enough to simply shut off and go though the motions performing a lower end middle-of-the-road job that would make it impossible to justify withholding her pay but without all of that pesky effort.\n\n\tIt was the only real way to get those moments of genuine quiet. Here before the storm hit, she savored the calm and even nature to some extent. Though she’d die before admitting that to anyone. Gretchen was on record for detesting nature outside of abstract studies and would not be dissuaded or shown up by a few stupid green things in the ground.\n\n\tThere wasn’t much signal out in the woods. A few wifi spots in admin cabins were the best they got. Naturally, nobody with a brain would risk getting on public wifi in a place like this. Which was probably why she saw all the idiot girls hovering around those buildings on their phones when not doing their various jobs.\n\n\tInstead of flocking in to put all of her public info up for every dang person to read, Gretchen made her way out around the camp until she got a good signal. Mostly she just wanted to check a few of her normal websites and maybe read up on some Vtuber gossip. What she got instead were texts. Dozens of texts. All from her mom. All checking up on the many and various things Gretchen had to do at the camp. Worries about misbehavior and questions regarding different things that would need to be packed and prepped for her dorm.\n\n\tThe mole stared at her phone for a long while without even bothering to try a reply. Nothing she said would matter. She’d told her mom that she’d pack when she got home. Hell, there wasn’t that much to pack in the first place. But heaven fucking forbid Monika Feldberg gave up even an ounce of control.\n\n\t“Heh, Only Monika.” She scoffed to herself. One of the many videos she’d love to show her parents, even if she knew the backlash would be shit.\n\n\t“Something funny, Miss Feldberg?” A familiar voice called out to her from down the path. Ms. Pierce. The eternally uptight head of staff, and as of this summer one of the two new owners. The stout little woman strode up and made little effort to hide it as she peeked over at Gretchen’s phone before turning her attention to the mole herself.\n\n\tGretchen rolled her eyes and sighed. “Just messages from my mom.” She muttered “Phone caught a signal and they all popped up at once.”\n\n\t“I see.” The armadillo smiled. It was an unnerving sight to say the least. “So I suppose I should take it you aren’t just wandering around aimlessly until the day is up?”\n\n\tGretchen was. But there’s no way she’d admit that. “I was going to check on the supply room. It’s on my list. I have to take inventory.” Even as the mole said those words she tried to shuffle around the woman. Instead her new boss put a paw on her shoulder. “No need to worry about that. Ms. Sang already took care of that an hour ago.”\n\n\t“Who?” Gretchen blinked\n\n\t“Your co-counselor in your cabin.” Ms. Pierce cocked her head and did nothing to hide the accusatory look in her eye.\n\n\t“Oh. Her. Yeah. Sorry. I still don’t’ remember names that well.”\n\n\tMs. Peirce sighed and took a step back. There was something almost military about the way she held herself. Many of the girls had said when she started that her day-job outside of this camp was at a prestigious girls school. If so, Gretchen felt bad for anyone trapped in that hell hole.\n\n\t“I realize you’re not the most social creature, Miss Feldberg.” the matronly woman said stiffly. “But in the real world you have to be professional. Part of that means getting to know and associate with your co-workers.”\n\n\t“Or I could just bash my forehead into a rock until they leave me alone.” Gretchen made little effort to hide the sharp tone of her words as she looked off to one side. She’d heard this speech god knew how many times. From her parents. From people at school. Everyone telling her she needed to pen up. It was really just white noise at this point. She already had her plans to avoid that social shit in life. Just a few more years of enduring it, and she’d have her degrees in hand. Then she could be the one making terms.\n\n\tThe older woman made a particularly sour face and bit back a small scoff. “Every job has social aspects. Furs are social. Even if not all of us enjoy it all the time. What you do on your own time is your own concern. But I expect you to at least pretend to get along with Ms. Sang while you are here. Moreover I’d like it if you tried to avoid the ‘usual’ troubles from when you were a camper. Naturally I’ll expect professionalism from everyone. But remember that it’s a two way street.”\n\n\t“Yeah… yeah…” Gretchen gave a small nod to the woman and went to shove her hands in her pockets. Except she wasn’t wearing pockets. That’s why she had the fanny pack. So instead she just looked like a dork. Again.\n\n\tThere was the smallest of laughs from Ms. Peirce. Her smile growing a bit in spite of herself. “I think if you hurry you can catch Ms. Sang in time to help her for the next job. Then I’d like it if you could join with the others for practice tonight. My wife, I’m sorry ‘Miss Fremantle’, wanted to make sure all of you are in top form when the girls arrive.”\n\n\t“Yes Ma’am.” Gretchen sighed. Her whole body trembling as she slowly plodded around and past the woman. Same crap every year. Though at least now she was getting paid.\n\n----------------------\n\n\tThe days before they opened and Gretchen had already felt her gut churning. Thus far things hadn’t been too bad for her. Oh sure Hui was an annoying hunk of volcanic glass in her proverbial sneaker. Not to mention all of the absurd manual labor they had to do in order to get everything prepped and perfect for all the spoiled girls to come. Much of it had been last minute cleaning and safety checks, all things the teachers and the new owners could have easily helped with. Gretchen had spent most of the week holed up in various places like the kitchen or lakeside equipment shed where she could pretend to be checking on things before the throng of kids arrived. \n\n\tNow with only a couple days left to go she was forced to spend a bit more time out among her ‘peers’. At present the mole worked though a heavy stack of folding chairs with about half a dozen other girls as they set up the seats for orientation. The other girls were laughing and snickering loudly at lord knew what. It wasn’t her so it didn’t matter. They all grabbed one or two chairs at a time and made small talk while lining up the rows in a haphazard and disordered fashion. Gretchen found herself unconsciously adjusting those same chairs into something resembling a neat and well spaced line a few moments later. All the while she found herself fiddling in her pocket to switch her phone to another song the second the last one wore out. As if her brain was seeking some specific panacea for her current situation but refused to accept anything she gave it.\n\n\t“Heh, Gretchen!”\n\n\tGretchen cringed and glanced up to the source of the shrill voice. It cut though painfully even with her headphones on. She watched as Hui all but bounced in to the room. Her heart sank as the red panda cross the large open space in a hurried flurry of steps without so much as passing a glance at the snooty snickering girls who watched the young Wah darting up to the mole girl. \n\n\t“Hey, you dropped this.” Hui held up a small yellow inhaler with a small crack running down the side.\n\n\t“Oh, uh… thanks.” Gretchen flinched and snagged the medicine, stuffing it into her pocket and looking up at the still smiling girl. “I, uh, yeah. Thanks. I guess I dropped it.”\n\n\t“Kinda seems like a bad thing to drop.” Hui noted. “Especially since it was outside the cabin. You got a backup in your stuff in case, right?”\n\n\t“Hey, glasses girl! You just gonna stand there?” One of the other girls, a rather prim looking mink with a shock pink head of hair leaned over from the chair rack where she and the two other girls were working.\n\n\tHui looked at the mink, then to Gretchen, then back to the mink and blinked. “Uh, we both have glasses. Which one do you mean?”\n\n\t“Miss Jewfro.” the mink snorted as she gestured at Gretchen.\n\n\tThe word caused Hui‘s nose to wrinkle as she took a half step in front of the mole. “I, uh, I don‘t think you can say that. It sounds pretty racist.” \n\n\tThe mink scoffed a bit and shook her head as she looked back at her own little clique for affirmation. “Oh come on now, It‘s not racist. It‘s just a term. Like ‘Fatty‘ or ‘Four-eyes‘. It‘s not like she‘s actually Jewish or something.”\n\n\t“I, Uh, I am.” Gretchen muttered. Her hate heavily tempered by a sea of anxiety\n\n\tThe preppy mink shrugged and waved her hand, clearly not caring all that much. “Anyways. Point is you gotta pull your weight. I know it‘s abit hard for you, but that‘s not our fault.”\n\tAs was so often the case, Gretchen found herself dashing off to the bathroom. She barely felt the red panda girl try to stop her. Barely noticed all the other girls laughing. She just had to run. Only she didn’t run into the bathroom. She dashed past it. Out along the path. Down to the lake, to the equipment shed.\n\n\tShe collapsed on a pile of old life jackets and the deflated bouncy float. Her body heaved and writhed. As ever she curled up and began to cry. Her body full-heave sobbing into the uncomfortable collection of safety equipment. Wallowing. Sobbing. Her whole body heaving.\n\n\tAt some point, as always, a paw went down her pants. That wonderful, horrible addiction of self loathing was just too much to take. She twitched and ruled in on herself. The plump mole soon rolling herself on to her back and fussing her shirt up to expose her chest. A paw gripping at one of the sensitive mounds of flesh without a shred of tenderness or foreplay.\n\n\tShe just had to lay there, squirming and writhing as she muttered insults at herself under her breath. The horrible, shameful attack once again fucking with her already exhausted mind. Gretchen hated herself for it. She felt disgusted. She felt like a freak. She was out of control. But she was a loser masochist, and this was the only way her sick little mind could get off anymore.\n\n\tShe wallowed in that pit of bliss and misery for god only knew how long. Right up until her ear finally caught something other than her own heavy, overly nasal breathing. Gretchen‘s eyes parted a bit, and then snapped open. The whole world narrowing to a pinprick as she looked at the red panda girl standing silently over her. Watching.\n\n\t“How’d you get in here!?” Gretchen shrieked. She looked up wide-eyed at the wah who now stood over her. Big bright eyes searing holes into the mole’s shrinking soul.\n\n\tHer body refused to move. Some part of her was dimly aware of the signals flying though to her fingers and crawling up her spine. The sheer meltdown overload of her mind struggled to process this though. She was at once a spectator. Blushing furiously with her cheap flowered bra yanked down over one awkward breast and the other hand jammed unceremoniously into her panties. She felt her thick stubby mole fingers tense and tighten until hooking painfully against her inner petals drawing a wince and a moan at once. Then her other paw twitched and she quickly snapped her face away. She prayed to god that she could just move. Move something, anything. Just slip free of her bonds in some way and run past the other girl.\n\n\tHui didn’t say anything. She didn’t look away, she didn’t turn to leave. The two girls stayed frozen in amber for what seemed like hours. The only change being the occasional glances from Gretchen up towards the wah. In those few moments the mole felt smaller and weaker than she ever had. Each breath came in shallow forced gasps as her mind shot back empty thoughts and agonizing error signals along her neural pathways.\n\n\t“A-are you ok?” Hui finally muttered. The voice was quiet, and yet the silence felt like glass as it shattered around them. “Do you need your inhaler or something?”\n\n\t“No… No…” Gretchen muttered meekly.\n\n\t“Ok. Good” Hui sighed.\n\n\tThere was another pause. Time all but evaporated around the pair, as if the darkness was hungry to consume their very thoughts before they could be given voice.\n\n\t“Look, if you need me to get th-”\n\n\t“I’m a fucking freak! Ok?!” Gretchen cut Hui off. She pulled her still drenched paw out from between her legs and sued it to try and brace herself. The act only seemed to remove any balance she had and nearly send her toppling back to the floor. Not that it stopped her. “Back last year those girls caught me doing… things… with my glasses. Things like you just walked in on. And they teased me about it. And they got me in trouble for it. They told the owners, but the owners wouldn’t send me home. And they sure as hecky wouldn’t stop them from teasing me.”\n\n\tThe mole’s cheeks burned hard now. She gazed into the red panda’s face as if it was the surface of the sun and yet refused to blink. Not even to clear the growing tears from her eyes “They’re right though, I am a freak. I fucking get off on it. It feels good. It feels good when they let me know I’m worthless fucking trash. So go on, go tell everyone what you saw. See if you can get me kicked out again. I’m sure it’ll get you in everyone’s good graces if you get the fucking Perv shipped off early. God knows you’d be doing me a freaking favor.”\n\n\tWith all of that vented out of her system Gretchen was finally able to move. Instantly her body curled up in on itself. Face shoved between her knees, her arms hugging her shins tight as she started to rock slowly. Even now the twisting little itch of arousal had turned into a smolder inside her that refused to go away. All she could feel was Hui’s pressure against the slowly shrinking bubble of personal space around Gretchen’s meager form and the weight of judgment ready to shatter what little dignity she had left.\n\n\tShe didn’t expect the touch. A finger pushing in under the tip of her muzzle. An index knuckle crooking itself and pressing, forcing her face upwards once more. Puffy bloodshot reddish orbs struggled to blink free the stream of tears and choking hiccups while her body once again lagged behind the sensations it was now being fed.\n\n\tHui’s face was stern, or at the very least as stern as it could be. It wore not a trace of amusement or anger. No pity, not even disgust. Instead it was something close to all of those things. It was something Gretchen felt like she should know but couldn’t put a name to. Her heart started to race and thump against her chest threatening to hammer its way out or pop like a balloon as her body capitulated with the implied command and looked Hui right square in the eye.\n\n\t“Continue.”\n\n\tIt was a command. There was no other way to put it. The wah stood, crossed her arms and simply watched the mole. It was still hard to say if Gretchen’s paws were moving on their own or if it was the will of the other girl that pushed her along.\n\n\tGretchen wasn’t the one in control as her body began to move. It was another person who began to spread those unflattering thighs. It was another person who slowly slipped her paws back into place. One awkwardly rubbing and molesting her own sore breast flesh while the other ran two claw tips down her petals tracing the blunted nails along her sensitive womanhood. One sharp motion drove her rough palm down along her clit and crooked as much of a finger as she could muster into those folds. The other pinched an twisted her nipple until it ached. Past the point of pleasure. The breast flesh held up almost in offering with the loud nasal whine croaking from Gretchen’s barely parted muzzle. She went for another round. Then a third. \n\n\tThe girl could have been gentle. She could have taken more time, more care. Hui hadn’t told her to be rough. Hell, she didn’t have to listen to Hui anyways. Who was this new girl to tell her what to do? Why should she listen?\n\n\tGretchen looked up at Hui and wiggled her butt into the dirty wood floor. Her body heaved in a dazed fever dream while biting on her lip hard enough that it almost drew blood. Not a word was spoken. Nothing but increasingly pathetic moans and whimpers as Gretchen snorted in more air. She pulled her paw back and rolled the musky wet palm over her mound making big rough circles like a Gamecube C stick. The result gave little if any real pleasure. And yet she could feel the rush building under her paw. Under those suddenly stern brown eyes. \n\n\t“Stupid.” Gretchen muttered to herself. Shrinking back down more. “Stupid, ugly, chubby, freckled, four-eyed, worthless little loser freak.”\n\n\tThe well rehearsed litany of insults stuttered from Gretchen’s lips. The few words mixed with sputtered sobs and choked moans. Her mind raced with all the ways this could end. The hate from the other girls, the disgust of the camp owners and all of those respected musicians. Constant teasing. Would they tell her parents? Literally fucking her life away in front of some annoying, infuriatingly nice twerp who only now was looking at her like the living garbage she was.\n\n\tGretchen’s eyes crossed. Everything tensed from her toes up to her teeth. Gawky awkward snorts panted in and out and her body trembled with a small torrent of her own musky essence bathing her cruel fingers. Only one digit was partially in at that point. Her whole body clenching and twitching on what little contact it got and basking in the sore agony of her own rough mole paws molesting herself over that edge.\n\n\tThe mole felt the whole world swimming around her. Once again time slipped away from the snotty, tear stained wreck as she lay in a puddle of her own dirt, filth and shame. It took just about everything she had just to pull her head up and see if Hui was laughing at her or had simply left in disgust by now.\n\n\tOnce again the garnet eyes caught Hui’s face. Those odd brown eyes catching her firmly. She stayed looking at Hui as the wah crouched down. Watching her face as a smile crossed over her muzzle. Feeling those eyes burrowing into her. She only barely noticed a small something on the tips of Hui’s fingers as the red panda girl gave her fingers a small lick. Then reached out to grip Gretchen’s muzzle.\n\n\tIt was her first kiss. The surreal fact bounced around in her brain. The girls nimble tongue darted and dashed around inside of Gretchen’s mouth with far more skill than the annoying dorkette would have given cause to imagine. Hui’s meager weight pushed firmly down on Gretchen keeping her In place and the firm lapping rolling of muscle on muscle made the mole go flat out limp tasting the mouth of another girl along with the shamefully familiar taste of her own musk.\n\n\tIt would be wrong to call the kiss tender. It was warm and firm and in control. It was ‘claiming’, if that word even worked. It simply caused Gretchen to slump like a rag doll on the floor and let her co-counselor have her way with the homely little mole body.\n\n\tHui finally and reluctantly broke the kiss. One thin strand of saliva the last lingering connection between them. She smiled and cocked her head once again looking as jovial and innocent as she had the whole annoying horrible week they shared a cabin. “You really are a freak. A filthy, disgusting little pervert. Lucky for you, so am I.”\n\n\tGretchen collapsed into the smaller girl’s arms and started to sob.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tShe’d done it. The camp hadn’t even properly started yet and the damn mole had gone and made shit awkward. Worse, it was with the one fellow adult she ‘had’ to interact with on a regular basis. \n\n\tBy this point Gretchen was finding herself spending more and more time in the woods. It was annoying, and too hot, and it smelled bad. She was also pretty sure the mosquitoes had decided to declare war on her in particular with the way they constantly seemed to seek her out whenever she moved.\n\n\tThe poor girl sat cross-legged at the base of a large oak. It was far enough from the beaten path that nobody should be able to see her. Her phone and a pocket charger sat in her lap, cradled by her crossed legs. Every once in a while she’d bother to look down at the screen. Not that she needed to. Most of it was Youtube downloads. Game Grumps and her favorite V Tubers. Things she knew by heart. Background noise. Something to filter in as she tried to shut out the rattling rock tumbler of thoughts that was her stupid brain.\n\n\tThat girl. Hui. It’d be one thing if one of the preppy girls had managed to catch Gretchen doing something like that. Everyone would tease her like they always did. Then maybe the day before camp proper tell the owners and get her kicked out for ‘indecent’ behavior. Never mind that plenty of the girls snuck off to shack up with guys back when they were also campers. They weren’t the only camp on the lake after all.\n\n\tHui hadn’t done any of that. She just… watched. Watched perfect little miss honor student, little miss virtuoso, Mom and Dad’s shining little well polished gem as the chubby little freak all but raped her own body for the pleasure of no one in particular. It was supposed to be Gretchen getting the hate she deserved and finally getting off on it like the degenerate pervert she was!\n\n\tThat’s what had gotten her though high school after all. And middle school. And… well before that was just candy and isolation to deal with her emotional distress. Hence her current body issues.\n\n\tSo why was this new girl torturing her like this? Why had she violated such a private thing? Why did she just stand there? No, it hadn’t just been standing there. Hui had given her orders. She’d watched closely. It was like something out of a shitty hentai doujin. Every time Gretchen tried to fight those questions they only came back stronger. She felt them gnawing at the back of her brain. When would the other shoe drop? Why hadn’t Hui just laughed at her and called her a loser? Why wasn’t anyone giving her shit yet for being unable to keep her hand out of her pants. Why was that stupid, cute, infuriating ball of sugar rush Gretchen’s first god damn kiss?\n\n\tEventually the calm tranquil of the woods helped the mole to tamp those feelings down. That or watching NidoNido as the best Vtuber ever slowly lost her god damn mind trying to play cooking simulator with all the recipes on. Every once in a while she’d break free of the videos and look up at the trail going between the mess cabin and the main commons area. Every once in a while some girls would go by. Sometimes moving supplies. Most of the time seeking out something to eat. It wasn’t quite the raw solitude she’d want, but it was close. \n\n\tAt one point Gretchen noticed Hui making her way to the mess hall and it took everything the mole had not to dash off into the woods. She could feel the fury rise up in her gut. How dare this girl go around like nothing happened? How dare she actually top Gretchen and then do her assigned tasks instead of looking around for her. After all of the humiliation Hui had subjected her to the frizzy-haired bundle of shame and rage had half a mind to march over there and…\n\n\t… and what?\n\n\tSuddenly Gretchen started to feel like some creepy yandere stalker.\n\n\t“I wonder if Hui’s into that.” She muttered to herself, then quickly brushed her paws over her muzzle as if clearing dirt away. A childish little reflex many moles outgrew once they hit their tweens. One Gretchen still hadn’t managed to overcome.\n\n\tAfter what seemed like hours, or rather half of her video, Gretchen’s not-so-occasional checks of the pathway were rewarded. She watched the scrawny wah hauling a dolly out of the building and out towards the common area. On it were at least a half dozen large plastic totes. All clear, all crammed full of the kind of stupid party stuff that they’d be using for the camp welcome party when the campers arrived. Because being entitled apparently wasn’t enough for the little snobby brats. They needed everything to be a party.\n\n\tHui’s attempt to push the hand truck over the dirt path was hard to watch. They weren’t heavy looking boxes, but she wasn’t that big. Gretchen watched intently while the girl struggled along the path. All the while wavering between the guilt-driven desire to go help and her own resentment of that sexy little flat ass wiggling around like that while trying to do what was clearly a two-person job.\n\n\tOne rock finally sent the hand truck to the side and gravity did the rest. Soon Hui was collapsed down in the dirt of the path. Streamers and cheap paper tablecloths were strewn about and fluttering into the wind. Gretchen had no idea what possessed her to stand. She traipsed though the old dirt and leaf cover up to the path. Without a word she started to load the objects into the tubs. She then paused and looked back at Hui. The blush on the mole’s face burned. She hoped it was light enough for her fur to hide it.\n\n\t“What were you doing trying to take those all in one trip?” She spat.\n\n\t“They aren’t heavy.” Hui muttered back. She rolled on to her rump and hugged one knee, a nasty little scrape having appeared on it.\n\n\tGretchen wasted no time in digging into her fanny pack. She pulled out an iodine wipe and a small roll of gauss. “People laughed at me every year when I had this stuff.” She snickered wickedly to herself. “Not laughing now, are ya. I coulda told anyone this place was a death trap.”\n\n\tHui didn’t say much. There were a few tears in her eyes from the pain. Not that much, really. Not as much as Gretchen expected from the wisp of a girl. Certainly not as much as Gretchen was sure she’d cry at the injury. Soon enough though the minor little thing was all taped up and the mole was helping her co-counselor to her feet..\n\n\tThen a kiss on the cheek. Gretchen standing there in shock as he touched where the wah girl’s lips had hit a mere moment before.\n\n\t“Oh, carp. Was that too much?” Hui blinked. The girl suddenly bit her lip and looked away bashfully. “I was trying to be nice but I kinda admit I’m new to…”\n\n\tThe mole didn’t wait for her to finish. Gretchen turned and stormed her way back into the woods, Hui following close behind. They’d gotten quite a ways out before the chubby girl was forced to stop and dig in her pack for her inhaler. A few nasal whines coming as she took deep, hard puffs on the medicine.\n\n\t“A-are you ok?” Hui blinked “Do we need the nurse?”\n\n\t“Why are you doing this?” Gretchen snapped finally.\n\n\t“What?” Hui yelped\n\n\tGretchen paced forwards, one digger-claw waving frantically in the air. “First you act all chipper and friendly. Probably so you can weedle something humiliating out of me. Act all annoying and high strung and happy. Then you catch me, well you ‘catch’ me.” She winced and glanced frantically around the woods “that was over a day ago. You didn’t say anything. Nobody has brought it up. Why are you leaving this over my head? Why are you trying to torture me like this? Why are you being so nice!?”\n\n\t“Because you’re cute!” The words were matter of fact. The red panda girl smiling sweetly and tilting her head to one side.\n\n\tGretchen’s jaw dropped. She gazed at the clearly insane red panda. She stomped forwards a bit, trying like hell to tower over Hui and failing. Then she turned back as she considered running. Then back to the still smiling little fluff ball. Her eyes narrowing while the wheels and gears clicked and whirred in her head.\n\n\t“What the hecky are you smoking?” Gretchen growled\n\n\t“Nothing.” Hui shrugged.\n\n\tThe mole snarled slightly and leaned in more. “ok, then what are you planning? You’re clearly fucking with me. I get it. I’m a pervert and you caught me. You have blackmail material.”\n\n\t“Ohh, are you into that?” Hui’s ears perked a bit “I never tried that before. But I think I know how it’s supposed to work within the confines of SSC. I read up on it a little-”\n\n\t“What the fuck is wrong with you.” Gretchen snapped. Tears streaming down her face.\n\n\tA paw cupped Gretchen’s cheek. She blinked and looked at the other girl, a small shiver running down her spine.\n\n\t“You’re cute when you cry.” Those words were more tender than they had any right to be. It was absolutely the kind of thing that should send up a red flag for any sane person. The kind of thing someone says two dates before they have you locked up in a basement suffering from the cold and malnutrition while being psychologically tortured so they can get off.\n\n\tIt made Gretchen melt.\n\n\tHui let the mole sob for a long while. Her hand never left Gretchen’s cheek. Her thumb brushing some of the tears on the brown fur. “I know it’s only camp. But I think you’re really pretty. I’ve never gotten to ‘really’ be on top before. Especially not with a girl. I, uh. I donno. If you want I can try to switch cabins. Or I can just stop. But the way you looked. Bashful, exposed. All the sweet things you said about yourself. The way you just ‘used’ your cute body for me like that. The way you looked when I started to crush your weak will” The girl sounded unhinged. The almost romantic tone of how she said these things. She leaned up a bi and kissed Gretchen’s muzzle bridge. The two girls soon standing forehead to forehead.\n\n\tGretchen couldn’t pull away. Even if she wanted to. She was trapped. Her body paralyzed by this girl, and her body yearning for all of the horrible things implied in her tone.\n\n\tHui‘s breath broke over the poor mole‘s face. The scent of bad pina colada breath mints wafting though the otherwise earthy air of the forest. “You were a good girl for helping me, Gretchen. Even if I was going to blackmail you, I’d only do that if you were bad. But I can do that. I mean if you’re really that big of a pervert. I get the feeling part of you doesn’t want to have a choice about any of this. Am I right?”\n\n\tThe poor mole nodded so hard that her glasses slipped off. Hui caught them and slid them back on to her face. Once again the annoying bundle of joy seemed all too pleased with herself.\n\n\t“Ok, so I think we should start with some ground rules. Do you have a safe word?” Hui asked calmly\n\n\tGretchen blinked and shook her head nervously\n\n\t“Dome Fossil. That’s mine. It’s yours too, for now.” The way Hui said it killed any attempt Gretchen could muster to argue against it. None of this seemed to the mole like it could be real. Not while this manic pixie girl slowly walked forward and backed Gretchen into a tree.\n\n\t“Good girl.” Hui nodded “So the second ground rule. You need to know, I’m owned. I have a Master. But that doesn’t mean we’re totally closed off. We’ve done things with others before. But not, well, not a girl like you.” She seemed to hesitate a moment before stating the fact, and her blush grew even more. Hui leaned up and wrinkled her nose a bit making sure Gretchen couldn’t look away. “If that makes you uncomfortable, or if it’s a turn off, I want you to let me know now.”\n\n\t“I don’t see why it should matter.” Gretchen muttered as she rubbed her own elbow nervously and looked away\n\n\t“I know you think it doesn’t.” Hui whispered, leaning up until her lips were against Gretchen’s ear. Muzzle resting on that frizzy bundle of hair. “That’s because you want to be claimed. You want to be ‘raped’. I can see that look in your eye. I know what you need.” She looked over the rims of her glasses at Gretchen, Hui’s amber eyes crossing in just a bit as she did. “But I’m not giving you a choice in that, either. I’m making sure you take that step into my snare. That you are an accomplice in your own emotional rape.”\n\n\tIt was, hands down, the cheesiest thing Gretchen had ever heard in her whole god damn life. Nineteen years on this god forsaken rock and even pirated fan dubs of 90s anime failed to match that level of cringe. Even the Hentai.\n\n\t“Yes.”\n\n\tThose cringy words of Hui’s put butterflies in Gretchen’s heart. She understood. Understood far too well. Her whole body tensed and loosened over and over again. She could feel her heart hammering full force in her chest. She saw the look in this girls eye. It terrified Gretchen. It elated her. She gladly stepped into that trap, and thrilled at how she hated herself for it.\n\n\t“Good girl” Hui giggle-snorted. She pushed Gretchen back against the tree just roughly enough to make the message clear. “So for now, while we’re at camp, I’m Mistress. You are whatever horrible little slice of self loathing crosses your disgusting mind at any time. Understand?”\n\n\t“Yes.” Gretchen nodded again.\n\n\t“yes what?” Hui’s tone sharpening right away.\n\n\t“yes Mistress!” Gretchen snapped at attention and looked away, biting on her index claw gently “T-this pathetic little dirtsnout understands.”\n\n\tGretchen watched Hui as she sank down slowly .Her whole body tensed up again feeling those silky paws on her own chunky thighs. She could feel her legs being spread slowly apart. Dirty, worn, plain cotton panties slowly being exposed to the curious wah. Gretchen tried to push her knees in and block the view. Hui wasn’t that strong, but she seemed to easily push those legs apart.\n\n\t“Trying to hide my property from me?” Hui squeaked.\n\n\t“N-no Mistress..” Gretchen muttered ‘B-but it’s ugly down there.”\n\n\tHui’s lips slowly began tracing kisses up the mole’s inner thighs. There were some scars along there. Little marks. Ones from playing too rough using her claws. Or from using a belt as a strap improperly. Some other, more shameful ones. Hui didn’t try to avoid the marks. If anything, she almost savored kissing them. Watching intently as the shame and pleasure drove Gretchen into a tizzy. Finally pushing herself up and burying that wet little nose into the poorly cared- for undergarments.\n\n\t“Mine.” Hui whimpered as she took a deep sniff.\n\n\tGretchen’s free paw dug into the tree bark behind her. She bit back a gasp while her new Mistress nosed around against her. That soft velvety tongue traced along the bitter fabric. Gretchen tried to whine for Hui to stop. The mole knew all too well how bad her own juices tasted, and especially those panties. Each time she tried another hard lick or soft kiss silenced her. Hui’s drool had soon joined with Gretchen’s own building fluids to render the material far less protective and leave the mole’s folds utterly vulnerable. \n\n\tThis was wrong. It was all backwards. The way that semi-skilled tongue danced and darted around those folds. The awkward, eager tenderness mixed with possessive aggression. Surely it should be the dumb little panty sniffer mole down on her knees, worshiping this cute red panda girl like a goddess. Licking dirt from her shoes and getting kicked in the cunt for some imagined infraction. The guilt from actually feeling this pleasure was almost crushing on its own. It caused her to writhe an squeal. Small pleas that she didn’t quite fully understand slipped from Gretchen’s lips while the wah sucked on the mole’s ugly little clit though those dirty panties.\n\n\t“P-please…” Gretchen muttered “Mistress…”\n\n\t“Please what?” Hui’s breath breaking hot over the now damp mound.\n\n\tGretchen could feel the girls fingers curling up into the elastic of those panties, ready to yank them down. Her whole body wanted to faint, to pass out. The raw reality of what was happening to her nearly short circuited her brain.\n\n\t“Pleaseletyourworhtlesspunchingbagrapeholemolebitchpleaseyoulikethegoddessyouare!”\n\n\tThere was something resembling a complete thought in the spouted gibberish. Gretchen had some idea what she ‘wanted’ to say. Unfortunately the filers in her brain to keep her talking like a relatively normal adult had apparently been temporarily fried.\n\n\tHui’s response was a simple giggle. The slender girl scooted herself up and yanked those panties down. It was a violation Gretchen couldn’t even fathom. Even as she begged to be used. Even as she yearned to shame herself more. Even as her mind an her heart told her she should be eager and ready for the most depraved and disgusting acts she absolutely did not want to perform. All to see Hui smile. This was somehow worse, and better. This was Mistress Hui showing ‘her’ pleasure. Showing her she was ready to do more.\n\n\t“Nuh uh.” Hui huffed. “This body is mine. You don’t get a say, loser.” \n\n\tBefore the mole could respond to the rather tame insult she felt that cute face shoved into her folds again. Hui’s face awkwardly smooshed over the fuzzy furred mound and lapped roughly while her slender arms curled around either of Gretchen’s thighs from underneath. She was clamped on to the chubby mole and there was no way she was coming off until she was done. All of that energy being sweet and cute was now diverted into rolling odd patterns along the ritually abused folds of one pathetic little masochist.\n\n\tThis was her first time. That fact kept hammering into Gretchen’s mind as the deft little tongue dug deeper. Sure the mole had abused herself to no end. Hence why even now the physical part of the pleasure wasn’t quite what it possibly should have been. Her whole body heaved and ached as it demanded more. Rougher, more brutal, more painful. Her mind, though. Her mind reeled as her first time was ‘claimed’ away from her. Something between an innocent bit of exploration between two girls and a brutal rape, all while having the best of both.\n\n\tIt left Gretchen lingering in some kind of limbo. She bounced up and down on that pretty face while biting roughly at her own index knuckle. Her free hand scratched furrows in the trees. Her modest chest swelled in deep breaths of air mixed with her own musk. Loud sucking slurping noises filled the woods around them. Her gyration caused her to scratch and nick her back on the oak tree. Small bits of dead bark fell into the back of her shirt collar and landed on her floofy fuzzy bundle of headfur. All the while one word could be felt moaned into the wet, waiting, convulsing snatch of the twitching teen\n\n\t‘Mine’\n\n\tA near hyperventilating Gretchen nodded her affirmation to those words. She longed to make the more true. She wished and hoped against wish and hope that the tingling little twitches between her legs could somehow drain her free will away from her. Somehow have it all stolen by this gorgeous little succubus between her ugly thighs. \n\n\tSuddenly, Gretchen felt Hui’s tongue jabbing around near her G spot. The panting red panda seeking out the little love button with an odd mix of experience and clumsiness as she poked and probed into those folds. Gretchen let herself slide down more in some pathetic attempt to give Hui easier access. She felt her legs burn from the awkward position as she shifted her weight. Her free paw moving up from the tree and fumbling out one of her pathetic tits. She pinched hard at her nipple and twisted it. Sharp little claw tips poking the skin almost enough to break it, but never quite going over that edge. She clawed and mauled at herself while yipping soft self-directed insults. The insults quickly turning to whined thanks as Hui got closer and closer, finally seeming to hit on something that got the mole’s body in lien with her already bliss-addicted mind.\n\n\tThe orgasm itself was a long and shameful blur. She could feel the moisture as it splattered over Hui’s face. Feel the muzzle pushed in to her a bit. Finally Gretchen felt Hui pull back and the pudgy mole collapsed hard on her rump in the dirt. She didn’t even have time to speak before Hui forced a kiss on her , sharing the all too familiar taste of Gretchen’s own fluids\n\n\t“W-was your future torture toy pleasing to you like that, Mistress?” Gretchen cringed at the words. Still she gazed hopefully at Hui.\n\n\tHui smiled, and nodded ever so slightly.\n\n\tGretchen then collapsed. Thrilled, ashamed, spent. “I think I need to wash my cunny.” She finally muttered as the bliss cleared, and she realized she had never pulled her panties back up.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tGretchen was thankful nobody else was here. This was for quite a few reasons, but at present the biggest was the simple fact that she could snag blankets from the unused bunks.\n\n\tThe mole lay in her bunk with a half dozen thin camp blankets pulled over her body. She was curled into a ball with only her pink nose tip sticking out enough to grab breaths of fresh air and prevent a Co2 headache.\n\n\tShe kept her phone with her under the blanket, plugged into the small charger socket that was built into the newly replaced wall outlets. There really wasn’t any signal this far from the main building, but it didn’t matter. At the moment Lizzy Hale’s dulcet tones were singing something mournful that the trembling mole half listened to. Her whole body heaved small sobs as she drifted in and out of awareness. \n\n\tThat small part of her tethered to her surroundings instead of her dark mental pit kept feelers on the phone in case she might feel a vibration. Some sign that Hui had finally figured out what to do with the damning material she had on the dumb mole cunt.\n\n\tEarlier that would have probably been enough for her to shlick to. Now it just made her arms feel heavy and her heart like lead.\n\n\tHer body was aware of the nudging before she was. A few gentle, then not quite so gentle pushes rousing her half sleeping form. Moments later the pile of blankets was pulled from over her head. This caused the rusted iron of her limbs to finally move as they sluggishly yanked the covers back into place and blocked out the world once more.\n\n\t“Oh thank god, you’re ok.” Hui sighed. That insufferably chipper voice burrowing though all of the cheap poly-cotton material and into the mole’s ears.\n\n\t“Go away.” Gretchen muttered. The dark edge to her voice tinged with bits of sorrow and fear.\n\n\tHui snickered and giggle-snorted a bit. “Can’t really do that.” she shrugged “it’s my room too.”\n\n\tGretchen whined and pulled the blanket over her head again squirming away from the other girl until her body had almost no room left before falling off of the edge.\n\n\tThe wah girl reached over and pulled the blankets down again, leaning over to one side and looking at Gretchen’s squinted green eyes “Look, it’s one thing if you don’t wanna talk to me, but you’re gonna get sick if you stay under there like that. You know that, right?”\n\n\t“Like it matters.” Gretchen spat. The chubby mole rolled over and gasped as she nearly fell out of the bed. Her palm flailed and finally found the windowsill just in time to shove her back on to safe and stable bed. She looked back again to see Hui, expecting another snicker. The concern she saw instead was not at all what the mole expected. Somehow, that only served to further infuriate her.\n\n\t“It does matter. What happens if you pass out like that and get dehydrated? You need to lose a few blankets or else you’re going to end up in the nurses office before this whole thing even starts.” Hui pulled one of the blankets off. She was right that the whole setup was overheating Gretchen to no end. But the mole still stared at her resentfully as she did it.\n\n\t“Yeah, well,” Gretchen muttered “You think you’re the boss of me?”\n\n\tIt was meant as a retort. It was meant to be confrontational. Or at least as close to confrontational as Gretchen could get. She sat up in her bed just staring Hui down. Praying that the red panda didn’t see the blush now burning up her cheeks. Praying she wasn’t doing that stupid thing biting the corner of her lip. Hoping against hope that there wasn’t any pleading, any loss, any confusion in her eyes just begging for the other girl to…\n\n\tShe didn’t expect the blush Hui sported. Gretchen certainly didn’t expect the strange, sidelong glance at the wall as the wah struggled to meet the mole’s gaze. Gretchen’s eyes darted to the lulling loping tail that seemed to move frantically while the rest of her co-counselor stayed still.\n\n\tAll up until the paw on her cheek. All up until she felt the annoyingly chipper girl tilting Gretchen’s muzzle up and gazing into her eyes. Felt her heart thudding with the kind of adrenalin fury she imagined an actual full day at gym class without an asthma attack would render.\n\n\tFor a moment all of the toughness and standoffishness melted away. Every one of her defenses fell flat at the simple caress and those eyes seeking to be stern in a sea of teenage confusion and hormones. Gretchen simply gazed into those soft brown eyes and felt herself utterly transfixed.\n\n\t“I-if you’re going to hurt yourself, or do bad things to yourself, then you need my permission.” Hui said. Her voice wasn’t firm or strong the way it always came off in porn. It looked more like a part of her was screaming to take it back. A part of Gretchen hoped and prayed she wouldn’t.\n\n\t“O-or what?” The mole muttered meekly. “If you’re going to get me kicked out then go ahead. O-or tell the other girls. I’m not going to let you blackmail me.”\n\n\tHui took a few deep breaths. Her hand fell away a moment. It’s wonderful, horrible caress nearly left Gretchen’s fur. Then it came back, gripping her cheek and forcing her to look up. A strange stern look washing over Hui’s face. “I didn’t say I was giving you a choice, Gretchen.” The wah girl stutter-snapped. “If you just want to hide away and try to do nothing for the rest of the time here then fine. But… but if you’re going to try and ruin yourself more then you need to ask me. The same goes for any ‘dirty’ play too.”\n\n\tThis wasn’t something the mole expected. Not even this confusing part drinking in the firm tone from her bunkmate. She puffed up a bit and leaned in drawing on the small slivers of intimidation and inner strength she had. The end result sounded more like a mix between a head cold and sucking helium. “And what if I don’t want to obey you, huh?”\n\n\t“Then you won’t.” Hui said simply.\n\n\tGretchen blinked again. She puzzled at the other girl and shrank back into her seat, utterly unprepared for what she was hearing.\n\n\t“T-this is some kind of trick, isn’t it? Picking on stupid little Gretchen again. You already know I’m a worthless fucking pervert. Why can’t you just hurt me like everyone else and stop playing head games with my ugly fat ass.”\n\n\tThe stern grip returned and Hui guided Gretchen in close. Their nose tips touched a moment. A clear accident. Gretchen, in spite of herself, wished that it hadn’t been. “It’s a very cute ass.” The wah said. Half a chuckled joke, half serious. “And so long as the two of us are here it’s mine. My cute, yummy, spank able, ‘Mei is bae’ little butt. And I won’t have anyone saying bad things about my stuff. Not even the equally cute slave it’s attached to. Understood?”\n\n\tGretchen sat slack jawed. Her eyes wide. What had been a sea of confused thoughts was now a shallow dried up rut where a puddle may have been. Natural impulses to rightly take a swing at this obviously crazy high-schooler clashed against other, deeper parts of her soul that for once rose up to wash away the isolationist fury. It was a terrifying feeling, one she wasn’t quite sure she’d survive. One that left her face a mask of both hate and yearning as she looked into the girls eyes.\n\n\t“What…” Gretchen muttered “What the fuck do I even say to all of that?”\n\n\t“You say ‘Yes Mistress’.” Hui noted “or you tell me to fuck off. It’s your choice, slave. What will it be?”\n\n\t“Well…” Gretchen Muttered. “I…”\n\n--------------------\n\n\tEverything was ready. Teachers had set up shop around the camp. Itineraries were laid out and every girl present had taken plenty of time to not only practice but to demonstrate to the camp owners that they were in top form with their instruments of choice. \n\n\tHui and Gretchen sat at a table in the main hall amid a small sea of snacks. Most of it Hui’s doing, her out of control metabolism saw her pop starburst in her mouth like tactics.\n\n\tThe two each sat with a deck before them. Gretchen felt her head swim as she looked at the cards. Pretty art and confusing text with symbols and numbers that made absolutely no sense whatsoever. She looked at the smirking Hui and felt her heart sink a bit as she realized she had no idea what the hell she was doing or how the hell she was supposed to do it.\n\n\t“Ok so. What do I do with this… Golgari queen… lady again?” Gretchen muttered\n\n\t“Well the best move right now would be to take out one of your tokens and use her first ability. It lets you gain a life and draw a card. That’s why you have doubling season in there. Tokens are shockingly good with Golgari. I think… Well kinda…”\n\n\t“Ugh, your game is stupid.” Gretchen snitted.\n\n\t“My game is stupid, what?” Hui snickered as she leaned in a bit.\n\n\t“Your game is stupid… Mistress…” The mole muttered as she slumped down a bit more\n\n\tHui wrinkled her muzzle and smiled a big beaming smile. “Better. You’re still getting a spanking later. But better.”\n\n\tThe comment grated just a bit on Gretchen. Many things her new Mistress did grated on her. And yet she couldn’t recall a time she’d been happier. It still felt surreal, and it absolutely felt like something she never in a million years deserved. She wondered if that was why she was so concerned with rooting though these different decks, looking around for something in this stupid card game that may actually be fun to play.\n\n\t“Ohh, maybe you should try my artifact deck next.” Hui giggled happily\n\n\t“I, uh, ok. What is that?” Gretchen blinked “Like, what’s an artifact.”\n\n\t“They were the colorless cards from before. Well some of them. Not the plains walkers. Well I mean there are artifact planes walkers but. Here. Just grab the deck box with all the cogs and stuff on it. Just never mind the cyberpunk cards that will be mixed in. It’s all a long story.”\n\n\tAs the mole girl rooted around in the bag, she felt the presence of other people walking up behind her. That horrible sensation of uncomfortable electricity which always came with knowing someone else was around. For some reason that anxiety didn’t manifest as much with Mistress after their short time in this little dynamic. Unfortunately it only seemed to be getting worse with others.\n\n\t“Hey new girl. You should really be careful sharing a cabin with that weirdo. Never know what kind of perverted shit she’ll get up to while you’re asleep.”\n\n\tGretchen tried to move faster, only to feel a sharp tug on her arm. Hui managed to muscle her around to face the girls, more though Gretchen’s shock than any real feat of strength. She looked in awe at the wah girl who stood there gazing at the preps with a grin she could only describe as unhinged.\n\n\t“You see this?” Hui snapped. Without warning there was a paw gripping hard between Gretchen’s legs. She fought back a moan and failed badly. Her knees knocked together as the dominant girl rubbed and squeezed mercilessly at her tender nethers. “This is mine. This is my property. This cute dweeby mole right here. And if any of you want to give her shit for the rest of the time we’re here I’ll be happy to tell my fucked up, trench coat wearing boyfriend that some stupid bitches are fucking with my property. You understand what I’m saying?”\n\n\tThe girls dashed away. Gretchen could see the look of terror on their faces. The annoying little bitches all but scrambled over each other to escape from Hui as if she was the one threatening some unspeakable violence on them.\n\n\t“You really shouldn’t have done that…” Gretchen whimpered “They might kick you out for making threats.”\n\n\t“If they do, they do.” She shrugged “I was getting sick of them picking on you, though. Plus it’s not like I made any explicit threats. Well, kinda. I’m sure I can talk my way out of it if I have to.”\n\n\tThe confidence felt quite undeserved. Gretchen whimpering softly and gazing down at the floor. She wanted to be mad about it. She wanted to be furious at her ‘Mistress’ putting herself on the line for this nobody. Then she felt the slender arms wrapping around her middle. It was what the frizzy-haired dork imagined drugs must feel like. It made her happy.\n\n\t“So, uh, is your boyfriend really that crazy, Mistress?” Gretchen’s voice was a wreck of nervous laughter.\n\n\t“Ehhh, Kinda?” Hui shrugged. “Not boyfriend though, Master. Don’t worry. He’s mostly harmless. Mostly.”\n\n\tOnce again there was that cheerful tone which put Gretchen on edge. More than that though, the word ‘Master made her blush. The idea of someone, anyone treating this cute girl the way Hui had been treating her felt like a wonderful little shard of glass in her heart.\n\n\t“Don’t worry.” Hui whispered, going up on her tiptoes to lean in against Gretchen’s cheek from behind. “I’m sure you’ll meet him sooner or later. I mean, well, if you maybe want to try keeping this going after camp ends.”\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "This One Time, at band camp:
By TerraMGP

\tCamp Partheneia was hardly what one might expect. Even now in the week leading up to its opening the sleepy summer camp looked remarkably well groomed and organized. Carefully manicured woods shod with veins of paths between clean modern buildings were a far cry from the slasher movie fare so many of the campers and first time councilors were likely to imagine when they arrived for the first time.

\tThat didn’t mean there was no work left to do. Far from it. Look with a critical enough eye and anyone could eventually find things that might be improved. Sticks and branches littering the sides of pathways or as-yet unassembled equipment for outdoor activates such as archery. Worst of all were the thus-far unassembled piles of chairs and cheap stage which would serve as various performance and teaching areas for the campers lucky enough to come. Those were the thoughts running though one girl’s mind as she sat wedged into the back seat of the counselor buss as it roared its way in. They were the same thoughts she’d had for the past hour, and Gretchen Bergfeld was tired of them.

\tThe brown furred mole girl was already regretting this. She had for years, even back when she was simply one of the campers forced to endure the endless barrage of unwanted attention from her supposed peers. She didn’t really imagine it’d be that much better now that she was to be the impotent authority figure running around telling the kids no before watching them do the same stupid shit they were doing a few moments ago. Already she was bristling at the laughing and singing from the other girls on the bus. Most probably younger than her, all talking over each other in a horrible cacophony that cut through the young woman’s headphone noise and burrowed down her spine with auger like tenacity.

\tThe bus finally stopped before a particularly large wood paneled building set near the small lake which had once given the camp its name. Gretchen gazed longingly at Lake Ktabanln where the sun kissed its furthest edge setting the water off in golds and silvers that broke in tiny rippling waves from off in the far end where the sun shone. She watched that water while the other girls filed out, and waited as long as she dared before joining them in their cheerful consignment to this wage-prison.

\t“Ah, and there’s our ever-tardy miss Bergfeld.” A leopard woman somewhere in her thirties smirked. The feline glanced to another older woman beside her, a somewhat plump armadillo who sported a pair of delicate rimmed glasses and held the small ipad that would rule over their lives for the next few weeks.

\t“Sorry.” Gretchen muttered. The mole hurried to haul her duffle bag over her shoulder while her other arm dangled impotently with the precious flute case clutched in her claws.

\t“Getting a little bit into the BTS are we, Miss Bergfeld?” the Leopard woman laughed.

\t“You were cool.” Gretchen spat back under her breath, eyes cast down on the dusty path.

\t“Excuse me?” The leopard bristled. Her normally calm and lyrical voice taking on a knife edge.

\tGretchen tapped on the wooden side-panel of her headphones with a claw tip and shrank back a touch. “Mountain goats.” She noted before pulling the set down around her neck and flicking the volume dial down.

\t“Oh… Well, regardless. I suppose we can get started with introductions now that everyone is here. My name is Ms. Fremantle. This is Ms. Pierce. We are the directors and as of this year owners of Partheneia. Now many of you I recognize as former campers or even returning counselors, so I’ll try not to bore everyone too much. But for those of you who are new this is one of the most prestigious music summer camps in the great lakes area, and yes I’m including our friends up north.”

\t“You mean the Yoopers?” One girl called out to a collection of snickers. Gretchen simply sank back and gripped her bag strap tight so as to stop herself from pulling the headphones back on.

\t“Now then, how this will work is that each Cabin will be given to two girls who will share the responsibility of both looking after the girls and serve in a teaching role along side our actual music staff. For anyone here who’s done any TA work it’s very much the same idea. Education doesn’t have to be oppressive or malignant. But it often can be, especially with music as I’m sure you all know. When Miss Pierce and I bought this camp last year it was with the hopes of ensuring young talent had an alterative to the strict and overly regimented fine arts training we grew up with. So I’d like to ask you girls not to let the power go to your heads here. Yes we expect you to keep things in order, but you’re also their friends and here to help them. Not to boss them around.”

\tGretchen had to hold back a snorting laugh of her own. Her thick coke bottle glasses slid down her nose and she nearly dumped everything she carried shoving them back up. This once again got all eyes on her.

\t“Sorry” Gretchen muttered to nobody in particular.

\t“Alright, so. If you don’t have any objections. We’ll be handing out your individual assignments now.” The leopard began walking along past the line of counselors handing out manila envelopes stuffed full of pre printed packets “You’ll find your camp shirts and the other things you may need on the beds along with an outdoor-proofed tablet. These things aren’t really that expensive but it will come out of your pay if you lose it so please try to keep an eye on it. If things with your assigned co-counselor get a bit too contentious I’d ask that you bring it to us before the campers actually arrive so that we don’t have any friction spilling over into the kids themselves. Girls are coming here to learn and have fun, so let’s try to keep drama to a minimum. Ok?”

\tGretchen nodded and pulled the packet under her arm with as much grace and dexterity as the stocky teen could manage. She didn’t really pay much attention to whatever was said afterwards. Instead she simply waited for everyone to stop paying any real attention to her and put her headphones back on. Soon enough most of the others cleared out. Friends formed to cliques and new girls were quickly dragged into little pools of sorority that would likely turn on each other before the week was out.

\tOnly when the rest of the staff had wandered away did Gretchen bother to make her way towards the large deck of the main building and plop her rump down hard on the corner. The music once again pushing into her ears, she struggled to pull the folder out and crack it open so as to see just who she’d be stuck with for the duration.

\tThe envelope came into paw easily enough, but the papers within it did not. Thick packets of carefully crafted orientation material spilled out on the ground and fluttered off in the wind forcing Gretchen to drop her bag and fall on the nearest bundle before it flew away.

\tShe wasn’t expecting the other set of paws. A girl she didn’t recognize scrambling in the dirt took hold of a few notes and papers, dusting them off and offering them up to Gretchen with a smile that was all together far too warm.

\t“Hey. You drop these?” The girl snickered.

\tEvery muscle on Gretchen’s body tensed up. She took the papers and slumped back on the ground without glancing up at the girl. A few glimpses of a huge smile and a flicking bushy tail.

\t“Thanks.” Gretchen nodded.

\t“Sure thing. Let me guess. You’re Gretchen Bergfeld?” The too-chipper voice ran like glass shards along Gretchen’s spine.

\tThe mole looked up. A small pang of irrational fear shooting though her gut. She looked the red panda girl over to try and find any recognition. A cute-enough but overly chipper girl. Short and rail thin with her hair pulled back in two braided pigtails. A thin choker and overly large T shirt giving the young woman an oddly ‘alt’ appearance not quite in line with the straight laced and preppy girls that so often flooded the camp.

\t“Oh, sorry.” The wah snickered “My name is Hui. I’m gonna be your co counselor. I mean assuming you are Gretchen. There’s kinda nobody else left.”

\tThe mole nodded faintly and looked around as if someone else would materialize to take this girls place, or take Gretchen’s place. Anything to avoid being stuck with this person. But then, she couldn’t imagine anyone she knew would be any better.

\tThis was going to be a long few weeks.

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\tSoprano cabin was probably like the rest. Large rows of bunks with small partitions and desks that anyone paying the exorbitant fees for this camp would demand for their kids. The two counselor beds were set in a narrow room built near the front of the cabin, while the other end held the bathroom. It was a setup clearly designed to monitor the girls and make sure none of them ran off or broke rules after hours. From Gretchen’s experience, it didn’t work too well.

\tIn the bed across from her, Hui sat cross legged amid her various belongings. The annoyingly chipper girl had an array of items out already. Her phone, the cheap tablet they would each be using to help ‘keep track’ of the schedule and more than likely just make the camp look justifiably fancy. A small box, something Gretchen vaguely recognized as a deck box, and a big plastic baggie of mixed hard candies with little Undertale style hearts drawn on it in various places.

\tThe mole sat back into her bunk and pulled one of the thin blankets over her as she leafed though a thick crystallography book. Her bad eyes struggled to focus on the desert-dry information. Normally it wouldn’t be too hard. But normally she wouldn’t ‘feel’ another person that close either. Hui’s very existence pushing into the imaginary bubble of self and threatening to pop it with her oppressive disquieting self.

\t“Starburst!”

\tGretchen barely heard the word. She did feel it though. A shotgun blast of candy pelting against her midsection and thighs. The blanket pooled it all down at her feet and caused her to sit up with a shock, glaring at the snickering Wah who had already gone back to studying the outline for their duties this week.

\t“D-do you mind?” It was meant as a yell. A defiant growl of rage to let the girl know who she was dealing with. It left her lips far more a question. A passive aggressive paper whisper that died in her throat and left her to shrink back in on herself the second those shimmering amber eyes struck her.

\tHui crawled up to the edge of her bed and leaned over. She’d thrown the apparently also-too-large camp T shirt on over the other black one she’d been wearing when she got there. The whole thing left her looking silly, and uncomfortable. Worse, Gretchen couldn’t help but feel her eyes drawn up to catch a gaze into the hanging neck hole. She looked back down at her book right away. But the back of her brain still screamed that this girl must have seen her catching a glimpse.

\tA few moments passed. Then a minute. Then a whole Moaning Myrtles song. Eventually the young mole had managed to sink herself back into her bed and lose herself in her book. Her music. All but the imagined thorn of touch that was the wah girl. The one she could swear wasn’t wearing a bra.

\t“You ok?”

\tThe book was pressed to the top of her muzzle before Gretchen even realized what she was doing. Some small part of her brain expected to see the other girl right in her face, grinning like a madwoman and gazing at her unblinking. Thankfully it wasn’t quite that bad. But it wasn’t too much better. The red panda swayed side to side while rubbing her elbow. Hui’s eyes were fixed on the pile of candy resting at Gretchen’s blanketed feet.

\t“Uh, yeah. Fine. I’m fine.” the mole muttered. Her ears folding back

\t“Oh, ok. Getting settled in ok?” Hui muttered

\t“Yeah, I guess.” Gretchen looked up over her book again.

\tGretchen bit her lip and glanced back down at the book. She tried to project her feelings. Her disinterest, her anger, her disdain for this other fur that had gotten so close and who was daring to talk to her. She didn’t really grasp it amounting to little more than low whimpers and a few furtive glances over her glasses. Nor did she notice her own blush, at least at first.

\t“So, why’d you wind up here?” Hui chirped again. Infuriatingly not seeming to pick up on the raging screams for solitude storming quietly in Gretchen’s head.

\t“One last attempt by mom and dad to exert control.” She sighed. “N-never mind. It’s nothing. Just money to help pay for college.”

\t“Really?” Hui blinked “That what the books for? Where are ya heading?”

\t“Western.” Gretchen muttered, before clarifying “Western Michigan University”. She bit back on the whine that was supposed to be a growl and scooted back uncomfortably into her bed. She cursed herself for how readily she was answering and how chummy this girl was getting with her.

\tHui actually slipped one knee on to the bed and leaned in a bit. More of the precious space between them evaporating. The Wah took a moment to look over the back of the book and then arched up to gaze at Gretchen for a long moment. A look the mole didn’t quite know how to process. “Western, huh? My boyfriend is going there eventually. Well, after he gets his other credits out of the way at KVCC. I might too. I donno yet. Mama still wants me to consider my options.”

\tGretchen huffed ever so slightly and let her book lower. She looked up at the girl who had now started gazing off listfully and blushing. The mole tried to scoot  back but once again found she lacked the room, instead pulling the covers up over herself a bit more.

\t“So wait if you’re not going to college, then are you taking a skip year, or…” The mole winced even as she asked. Damn her why did she have to engage?

\tThe wah didn’t seem to mind. Didn’t seem to care, really. She kept looking off to the side, thumbing the small ring attached to the choker by a single screw. It was impossibly cheap as far as accessories go. Not that Gretchen ever wore anything superfluous like that. The way the girl cherished it though was odd, it set the mole on edge to watch her new co-counselor off in some dream world.

\tIf Gretchen didn’t know better, she might have thought…

\t“So, uh, is that a Glasser?” Gretchen yelped the word and nodded to the violin sitting on Hui’s bed.

\t“Oh, yeah! I know it’s not too fancy. I mean it cost a lot for us, but it’s not like concert quality or anything. Not like most of the girls here seemed to have from what I saw.”

\t“Rich bitches.” The word slipped from Gretchen’s muzzle before she could catch herself, and Hui, annoyingly, snickered. The mole pulled herself in closer to the head of the bunk and away from the girl. The mere fact that she was loosening up a bit only making her that much more uncomfortable.

\t“Look, if you wanna survive here, you just gotta keep your head down, ok? Just relax, find some stuff to distract you, yell at the girls enough that they think you know what you’re talking about, and hide until its over and you get your check. That’s what I do.” Well, the check part was new. But Hui didn’t need to know that.

\t“Distractions, huh? But Justin-Sama isn’t here.” Hui whined in a voice far too close to some anime character. She only seemed to clutch the little strap tighter as she said it, making Gretchen squirm uncomfortably as her mind raced a bit.

\t“Oh, I know.” Hui giggled “Wanna play a hand of magic?”

\t“The card game?” Gretchen blinked “I don’t really play.”

\t“That’s ok.” The Wah squealed “I can teach you. I got a few spare decks, too. But I call my Eldraine one.”

\tGretchen pulled her blankets up a bit more and pulled the book open once more. “Look, Hui. I gotta study for now. Maybe… maybe later.”

\t“Oh. Ok then. Tomorrow ok?” Hui muttered

\t“Poggers.” The word came more enthusiastically than Gretchen wanted. Why the fuck did that girl have to be so ‘nice’. Either way it didn’t matter. She went back to her tunes and her book, curling under the blankets and letting her mind drift once more. It was about half an album before she bothered to reach down and finally take a few of the starburst, noticing they were all red. She also caught sight of the red panda girl doing… something. She wasn’t sure what. But the way the girls paw moved under her own blankets, Gretchen couldn’t help but feel some thoughts smashing into the back of her brain.

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\tGretchen had been though this dance from the other side too many times to count. It was her first year counseling, but even before then she’d been a staple as a camper since age nine. Some small part of her suspected that her parents hoped her proverbial ‘shell’ would crack if they just tossed her at this place hard enough. Or maybe they really did want her to focus on her music and simply didn’t have the guts to say it to her face.

\tRegardless, there weren’t many things able to phase her at this point. She knew the camp like the back of her hand and the girls in the camp like a bad rash. Knew it all well enough to simply shut off and go though the motions performing a lower end middle-of-the-road job that would make it impossible to justify withholding her pay but without all of that pesky effort.

\tIt was the only real way to get those moments of genuine quiet. Here before the storm hit, she savored the calm and even nature to some extent. Though she’d die before admitting that to anyone. Gretchen was on record for detesting nature outside of abstract studies and would not be dissuaded or shown up by a few stupid green things in the ground.

\tThere wasn’t much signal out in the woods. A few wifi spots in admin cabins were the best they got. Naturally, nobody with a brain would risk getting on public wifi in a place like this. Which was probably why she saw all the idiot girls hovering around those buildings on their phones when not doing their various jobs.

\tInstead of flocking in to put all of her public info up for every dang person to read, Gretchen made her way out around the camp until she got a good signal. Mostly she just wanted to check a few of her normal websites and maybe read up on some Vtuber gossip. What she got instead were texts. Dozens of texts. All from her mom. All checking up on the many and various things Gretchen had to do at the camp. Worries about misbehavior and questions regarding different things that would need to be packed and prepped for her dorm.

\tThe mole stared at her phone for a long while without even bothering to try a reply. Nothing she said would matter. She’d told her mom that she’d pack when she got home. Hell, there wasn’t that much to pack in the first place. But heaven fucking forbid Monika Feldberg gave up even an ounce of control.

\t“Heh, Only Monika.” She scoffed to herself. One of the many videos she’d love to show her parents, even if she knew the backlash would be shit.

\t“Something funny, Miss Feldberg?” A familiar voice called out to her from down the path. Ms. Pierce. The eternally uptight head of staff, and as of this summer one of the two new owners. The stout little woman strode up and made little effort to hide it as she peeked over at Gretchen’s phone before turning her attention to the mole herself.

\tGretchen rolled her eyes and sighed. “Just messages from my mom.” She muttered “Phone caught a signal and they all popped up at once.”

\t“I see.” The armadillo smiled. It was an unnerving sight to say the least. “So I suppose I should take it you aren’t just wandering around aimlessly until the day is up?”

\tGretchen was. But there’s no way she’d admit that. “I was going to check on the supply room. It’s on my list. I have to take inventory.” Even as the mole said those words she tried to shuffle around the woman. Instead her new boss put a paw on her shoulder. “No need to worry about that. Ms. Sang already took care of that an hour ago.”

\t“Who?” Gretchen blinked

\t“Your co-counselor in your cabin.” Ms. Pierce cocked her head and did nothing to hide the accusatory look in her eye.

\t“Oh. Her. Yeah. Sorry. I still don’t’ remember names that well.”

\tMs. Peirce sighed and took a step back. There was something almost military about the way she held herself. Many of the girls had said when she started that her day-job outside of this camp was at a prestigious girls school. If so, Gretchen felt bad for anyone trapped in that hell hole.

\t“I realize you’re not the most social creature, Miss Feldberg.” the matronly woman said stiffly. “But in the real world you have to be professional. Part of that means getting to know and associate with your co-workers.”

\t“Or I could just bash my forehead into a rock until they leave me alone.” Gretchen made little effort to hide the sharp tone of her words as she looked off to one side. She’d heard this speech god knew how many times. From her parents. From people at school. Everyone telling her she needed to pen up. It was really just white noise at this point. She already had her plans to avoid that social shit in life. Just a few more years of enduring it, and she’d have her degrees in hand. Then she could be the one making terms.

\tThe older woman made a particularly sour face and bit back a small scoff. “Every job has social aspects. Furs are social. Even if not all of us enjoy it all the time. What you do on your own time is your own concern. But I expect you to at least pretend to get along with Ms. Sang while you are here. Moreover I’d like it if you tried to avoid the ‘usual’ troubles from when you were a camper. Naturally I’ll expect professionalism from everyone. But remember that it’s a two way street.”

\t“Yeah… yeah…” Gretchen gave a small nod to the woman and went to shove her hands in her pockets. Except she wasn’t wearing pockets. That’s why she had the fanny pack. So instead she just looked like a dork. Again.

\tThere was the smallest of laughs from Ms. Peirce. Her smile growing a bit in spite of herself. “I think if you hurry you can catch Ms. Sang in time to help her for the next job. Then I’d like it if you could join with the others for practice tonight. My wife, I’m sorry ‘Miss Fremantle’, wanted to make sure all of you are in top form when the girls arrive.”

\t“Yes Ma’am.” Gretchen sighed. Her whole body trembling as she slowly plodded around and past the woman. Same crap every year. Though at least now she was getting paid.

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\tThe days before they opened and Gretchen had already felt her gut churning. Thus far things hadn’t been too bad for her. Oh sure Hui was an annoying hunk of volcanic glass in her proverbial sneaker. Not to mention all of the absurd manual labor they had to do in order to get everything prepped and perfect for all the spoiled girls to come. Much of it had been last minute cleaning and safety checks, all things the teachers and the new owners could have easily helped with. Gretchen had spent most of the week holed up in various places like the kitchen or lakeside equipment shed where she could pretend to be checking on things before the throng of kids arrived.

\tNow with only a couple days left to go she was forced to spend a bit more time out among her ‘peers’. At present the mole worked though a heavy stack of folding chairs with about half a dozen other girls as they set up the seats for orientation. The other girls were laughing and snickering loudly at lord knew what. It wasn’t her so it didn’t matter. They all grabbed one or two chairs at a time and made small talk while lining up the rows in a haphazard and disordered fashion. Gretchen found herself unconsciously adjusting those same chairs into something resembling a neat and well spaced line a few moments later. All the while she found herself fiddling in her pocket to switch her phone to another song the second the last one wore out. As if her brain was seeking some specific panacea for her current situation but refused to accept anything she gave it.

\t“Heh, Gretchen!”

\tGretchen cringed and glanced up to the source of the shrill voice. It cut though painfully even with her headphones on. She watched as Hui all but bounced in to the room. Her heart sank as the red panda cross the large open space in a hurried flurry of steps without so much as passing a glance at the snooty snickering girls who watched the young Wah darting up to the mole girl.

\t“Hey, you dropped this.” Hui held up a small yellow inhaler with a small crack running down the side.

\t“Oh, uh… thanks.” Gretchen flinched and snagged the medicine, stuffing it into her pocket and looking up at the still smiling girl. “I, uh, yeah. Thanks. I guess I dropped it.”

\t“Kinda seems like a bad thing to drop.” Hui noted. “Especially since it was outside the cabin. You got a backup in your stuff in case, right?”

\t“Hey, glasses girl! You just gonna stand there?” One of the other girls, a rather prim looking mink with a shock pink head of hair leaned over from the chair rack where she and the two other girls were working.

\tHui looked at the mink, then to Gretchen, then back to the mink and blinked. “Uh, we both have glasses. Which one do you mean?”

\t“Miss Jewfro.” the mink snorted as she gestured at Gretchen.

\tThe word caused Hui‘s nose to wrinkle as she took a half step in front of the mole. “I, uh, I don‘t think you can say that. It sounds pretty racist.”

\tThe mink scoffed a bit and shook her head as she looked back at her own little clique for affirmation. “Oh come on now, It‘s not racist. It‘s just a term. Like ‘Fatty‘ or ‘Four-eyes‘. It‘s not like she‘s actually Jewish or something.”

\t“I, Uh, I am.” Gretchen muttered. Her hate heavily tempered by a sea of anxiety

\tThe preppy mink shrugged and waved her hand, clearly not caring all that much. “Anyways. Point is you gotta pull your weight. I know it‘s abit hard for you, but that‘s not our fault.”
\tAs was so often the case, Gretchen found herself dashing off to the bathroom. She barely felt the red panda girl try to stop her. Barely noticed all the other girls laughing. She just had to run. Only she didn’t run into the bathroom. She dashed past it. Out along the path. Down to the lake, to the equipment shed.

\tShe collapsed on a pile of old life jackets and the deflated bouncy float. Her body heaved and writhed. As ever she curled up and began to cry. Her body full-heave sobbing into the uncomfortable collection of safety equipment. Wallowing. Sobbing. Her whole body heaving.

\tAt some point, as always, a paw went down her pants. That wonderful, horrible addiction of self loathing was just too much to take. She twitched and ruled in on herself. The plump mole soon rolling herself on to her back and fussing her shirt up to expose her chest. A paw gripping at one of the sensitive mounds of flesh without a shred of tenderness or foreplay.

\tShe just had to lay there, squirming and writhing as she muttered insults at herself under her breath. The horrible, shameful attack once again fucking with her already exhausted mind. Gretchen hated herself for it. She felt disgusted. She felt like a freak. She was out of control. But she was a loser masochist, and this was the only way her sick little mind could get off anymore.

\tShe wallowed in that pit of bliss and misery for god only knew how long. Right up until her ear finally caught something other than her own heavy, overly nasal breathing. Gretchen‘s eyes parted a bit, and then snapped open. The whole world narrowing to a pinprick as she looked at the red panda girl standing silently over her. Watching.

\t“How’d you get in here!?” Gretchen shrieked. She looked up wide-eyed at the wah who now stood over her. Big bright eyes searing holes into the mole’s shrinking soul.

\tHer body refused to move. Some part of her was dimly aware of the signals flying though to her fingers and crawling up her spine. The sheer meltdown overload of her mind struggled to process this though. She was at once a spectator. Blushing furiously with her cheap flowered bra yanked down over one awkward breast and the other hand jammed unceremoniously into her panties. She felt her thick stubby mole fingers tense and tighten until hooking painfully against her inner petals drawing a wince and a moan at once. Then her other paw twitched and she quickly snapped her face away. She prayed to god that she could just move. Move something, anything. Just slip free of her bonds in some way and run past the other girl.

\tHui didn’t say anything. She didn’t look away, she didn’t turn to leave. The two girls stayed frozen in amber for what seemed like hours. The only change being the occasional glances from Gretchen up towards the wah. In those few moments the mole felt smaller and weaker than she ever had. Each breath came in shallow forced gasps as her mind shot back empty thoughts and agonizing error signals along her neural pathways.

\t“A-are you ok?” Hui finally muttered. The voice was quiet, and yet the silence felt like glass as it shattered around them. “Do you need your inhaler or something?”

\t“No… No…” Gretchen muttered meekly.

\t“Ok. Good” Hui sighed.

\tThere was another pause. Time all but evaporated around the pair, as if the darkness was hungry to consume their very thoughts before they could be given voice.

\t“Look, if you need me to get th-”

\t“I’m a fucking freak! Ok?!” Gretchen cut Hui off. She pulled her still drenched paw out from between her legs and sued it to try and brace herself. The act only seemed to remove any balance she had and nearly send her toppling back to the floor. Not that it stopped her. “Back last year those girls caught me doing… things… with my glasses. Things like you just walked in on. And they teased me about it. And they got me in trouble for it. They told the owners, but the owners wouldn’t send me home. And they sure as hecky wouldn’t stop them from teasing me.”

\tThe mole’s cheeks burned hard now. She gazed into the red panda’s face as if it was the surface of the sun and yet refused to blink. Not even to clear the growing tears from her eyes “They’re right though, I am a freak. I fucking get off on it. It feels good. It feels good when they let me know I’m worthless fucking trash. So go on, go tell everyone what you saw. See if you can get me kicked out again. I’m sure it’ll get you in everyone’s good graces if you get the fucking Perv shipped off early. God knows you’d be doing me a freaking favor.”

\tWith all of that vented out of her system Gretchen was finally able to move. Instantly her body curled up in on itself. Face shoved between her knees, her arms hugging her shins tight as she started to rock slowly. Even now the twisting little itch of arousal had turned into a smolder inside her that refused to go away. All she could feel was Hui’s pressure against the slowly shrinking bubble of personal space around Gretchen’s meager form and the weight of judgment ready to shatter what little dignity she had left.

\tShe didn’t expect the touch. A finger pushing in under the tip of her muzzle. An index knuckle crooking itself and pressing, forcing her face upwards once more. Puffy bloodshot reddish orbs struggled to blink free the stream of tears and choking hiccups while her body once again lagged behind the sensations it was now being fed.

\tHui’s face was stern, or at the very least as stern as it could be. It wore not a trace of amusement or anger. No pity, not even disgust. Instead it was something close to all of those things. It was something Gretchen felt like she should know but couldn’t put a name to. Her heart started to race and thump against her chest threatening to hammer its way out or pop like a balloon as her body capitulated with the implied command and looked Hui right square in the eye.

\t“Continue.”

\tIt was a command. There was no other way to put it. The wah stood, crossed her arms and simply watched the mole. It was still hard to say if Gretchen’s paws were moving on their own or if it was the will of the other girl that pushed her along.

\tGretchen wasn’t the one in control as her body began to move. It was another person who began to spread those unflattering thighs. It was another person who slowly slipped her paws back into place. One awkwardly rubbing and molesting her own sore breast flesh while the other ran two claw tips down her petals tracing the blunted nails along her sensitive womanhood. One sharp motion drove her rough palm down along her clit and crooked as much of a finger as she could muster into those folds. The other pinched an twisted her nipple until it ached. Past the point of pleasure. The breast flesh held up almost in offering with the loud nasal whine croaking from Gretchen’s barely parted muzzle. She went for another round. Then a third.

\tThe girl could have been gentle. She could have taken more time, more care. Hui hadn’t told her to be rough. Hell, she didn’t have to listen to Hui anyways. Who was this new girl to tell her what to do? Why should she listen?

\tGretchen looked up at Hui and wiggled her butt into the dirty wood floor. Her body heaved in a dazed fever dream while biting on her lip hard enough that it almost drew blood. Not a word was spoken. Nothing but increasingly pathetic moans and whimpers as Gretchen snorted in more air. She pulled her paw back and rolled the musky wet palm over her mound making big rough circles like a Gamecube C stick. The result gave little if any real pleasure. And yet she could feel the rush building under her paw. Under those suddenly stern brown eyes.

\t“Stupid.” Gretchen muttered to herself. Shrinking back down more. “Stupid, ugly, chubby, freckled, four-eyed, worthless little loser freak.”

\tThe well rehearsed litany of insults stuttered from Gretchen’s lips. The few words mixed with sputtered sobs and choked moans. Her mind raced with all the ways this could end. The hate from the other girls, the disgust of the camp owners and all of those respected musicians. Constant teasing. Would they tell her parents? Literally fucking her life away in front of some annoying, infuriatingly nice twerp who only now was looking at her like the living garbage she was.

\tGretchen’s eyes crossed. Everything tensed from her toes up to her teeth. Gawky awkward snorts panted in and out and her body trembled with a small torrent of her own musky essence bathing her cruel fingers. Only one digit was partially in at that point. Her whole body clenching and twitching on what little contact it got and basking in the sore agony of her own rough mole paws molesting herself over that edge.

\tThe mole felt the whole world swimming around her. Once again time slipped away from the snotty, tear stained wreck as she lay in a puddle of her own dirt, filth and shame. It took just about everything she had just to pull her head up and see if Hui was laughing at her or had simply left in disgust by now.

\tOnce again the garnet eyes caught Hui’s face. Those odd brown eyes catching her firmly. She stayed looking at Hui as the wah crouched down. Watching her face as a smile crossed over her muzzle. Feeling those eyes burrowing into her. She only barely noticed a small something on the tips of Hui’s fingers as the red panda girl gave her fingers a small lick. Then reached out to grip Gretchen’s muzzle.

\tIt was her first kiss. The surreal fact bounced around in her brain. The girls nimble tongue darted and dashed around inside of Gretchen’s mouth with far more skill than the annoying dorkette would have given cause to imagine. Hui’s meager weight pushed firmly down on Gretchen keeping her In place and the firm lapping rolling of muscle on muscle made the mole go flat out limp tasting the mouth of another girl along with the shamefully familiar taste of her own musk.

\tIt would be wrong to call the kiss tender. It was warm and firm and in control. It was ‘claiming’, if that word even worked. It simply caused Gretchen to slump like a rag doll on the floor and let her co-counselor have her way with the homely little mole body.

\tHui finally and reluctantly broke the kiss. One thin strand of saliva the last lingering connection between them. She smiled and cocked her head once again looking as jovial and innocent as she had the whole annoying horrible week they shared a cabin. “You really are a freak. A filthy, disgusting little pervert. Lucky for you, so am I.”

\tGretchen collapsed into the smaller girl’s arms and started to sob.

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\tShe’d done it. The camp hadn’t even properly started yet and the damn mole had gone and made shit awkward. Worse, it was with the one fellow adult she ‘had’ to interact with on a regular basis.

\tBy this point Gretchen was finding herself spending more and more time in the woods. It was annoying, and too hot, and it smelled bad. She was also pretty sure the mosquitoes had decided to declare war on her in particular with the way they constantly seemed to seek her out whenever she moved.

\tThe poor girl sat cross-legged at the base of a large oak. It was far enough from the beaten path that nobody should be able to see her. Her phone and a pocket charger sat in her lap, cradled by her crossed legs. Every once in a while she’d bother to look down at the screen. Not that she needed to. Most of it was Youtube downloads. Game Grumps and her favorite V Tubers. Things she knew by heart. Background noise. Something to filter in as she tried to shut out the rattling rock tumbler of thoughts that was her stupid brain.

\tThat girl. Hui. It’d be one thing if one of the preppy girls had managed to catch Gretchen doing something like that. Everyone would tease her like they always did. Then maybe the day before camp proper tell the owners and get her kicked out for ‘indecent’ behavior. Never mind that plenty of the girls snuck off to shack up with guys back when they were also campers. They weren’t the only camp on the lake after all.

\tHui hadn’t done any of that. She just… watched. Watched perfect little miss honor student, little miss virtuoso, Mom and Dad’s shining little well polished gem as the chubby little freak all but raped her own body for the pleasure of no one in particular. It was supposed to be Gretchen getting the hate she deserved and finally getting off on it like the degenerate pervert she was!

\tThat’s what had gotten her though high school after all. And middle school. And… well before that was just candy and isolation to deal with her emotional distress. Hence her current body issues.

\tSo why was this new girl torturing her like this? Why had she violated such a private thing? Why did she just stand there? No, it hadn’t just been standing there. Hui had given her orders. She’d watched closely. It was like something out of a shitty hentai doujin. Every time Gretchen tried to fight those questions they only came back stronger. She felt them gnawing at the back of her brain. When would the other shoe drop? Why hadn’t Hui just laughed at her and called her a loser? Why wasn’t anyone giving her shit yet for being unable to keep her hand out of her pants. Why was that stupid, cute, infuriating ball of sugar rush Gretchen’s first god damn kiss?

\tEventually the calm tranquil of the woods helped the mole to tamp those feelings down. That or watching NidoNido as the best Vtuber ever slowly lost her god damn mind trying to play cooking simulator with all the recipes on. Every once in a while she’d break free of the videos and look up at the trail going between the mess cabin and the main commons area. Every once in a while some girls would go by. Sometimes moving supplies. Most of the time seeking out something to eat. It wasn’t quite the raw solitude she’d want, but it was close.

\tAt one point Gretchen noticed Hui making her way to the mess hall and it took everything the mole had not to dash off into the woods. She could feel the fury rise up in her gut. How dare this girl go around like nothing happened? How dare she actually top Gretchen and then do her assigned tasks instead of looking around for her. After all of the humiliation Hui had subjected her to the frizzy-haired bundle of shame and rage had half a mind to march over there and…

\t… and what?

\tSuddenly Gretchen started to feel like some creepy yandere stalker.

\t“I wonder if Hui’s into that.” She muttered to herself, then quickly brushed her paws over her muzzle as if clearing dirt away. A childish little reflex many moles outgrew once they hit their tweens. One Gretchen still hadn’t managed to overcome.

\tAfter what seemed like hours, or rather half of her video, Gretchen’s not-so-occasional checks of the pathway were rewarded. She watched the scrawny wah hauling a dolly out of the building and out towards the common area. On it were at least a half dozen large plastic totes. All clear, all crammed full of the kind of stupid party stuff that they’d be using for the camp welcome party when the campers arrived. Because being entitled apparently wasn’t enough for the little snobby brats. They needed everything to be a party.

\tHui’s attempt to push the hand truck over the dirt path was hard to watch. They weren’t heavy looking boxes, but she wasn’t that big. Gretchen watched intently while the girl struggled along the path. All the while wavering between the guilt-driven desire to go help and her own resentment of that sexy little flat ass wiggling around like that while trying to do what was clearly a two-person job.

\tOne rock finally sent the hand truck to the side and gravity did the rest. Soon Hui was collapsed down in the dirt of the path. Streamers and cheap paper tablecloths were strewn about and fluttering into the wind. Gretchen had no idea what possessed her to stand. She traipsed though the old dirt and leaf cover up to the path. Without a word she started to load the objects into the tubs. She then paused and looked back at Hui. The blush on the mole’s face burned. She hoped it was light enough for her fur to hide it.

\t“What were you doing trying to take those all in one trip?” She spat.

\t“They aren’t heavy.” Hui muttered back. She rolled on to her rump and hugged one knee, a nasty little scrape having appeared on it.

\tGretchen wasted no time in digging into her fanny pack. She pulled out an iodine wipe and a small roll of gauss. “People laughed at me every year when I had this stuff.” She snickered wickedly to herself. “Not laughing now, are ya. I coulda told anyone this place was a death trap.”

\tHui didn’t say much. There were a few tears in her eyes from the pain. Not that much, really. Not as much as Gretchen expected from the wisp of a girl. Certainly not as much as Gretchen was sure she’d cry at the injury. Soon enough though the minor little thing was all taped up and the mole was helping her co-counselor to her feet..

\tThen a kiss on the cheek. Gretchen standing there in shock as he touched where the wah girl’s lips had hit a mere moment before.

\t“Oh, carp. Was that too much?” Hui blinked. The girl suddenly bit her lip and looked away bashfully. “I was trying to be nice but I kinda admit I’m new to…”

\tThe mole didn’t wait for her to finish. Gretchen turned and stormed her way back into the woods, Hui following close behind. They’d gotten quite a ways out before the chubby girl was forced to stop and dig in her pack for her inhaler. A few nasal whines coming as she took deep, hard puffs on the medicine.

\t“A-are you ok?” Hui blinked “Do we need the nurse?”

\t“Why are you doing this?” Gretchen snapped finally.

\t“What?” Hui yelped

\tGretchen paced forwards, one digger-claw waving frantically in the air. “First you act all chipper and friendly. Probably so you can weedle something humiliating out of me. Act all annoying and high strung and happy. Then you catch me, well you ‘catch’ me.” She winced and glanced frantically around the woods “that was over a day ago. You didn’t say anything. Nobody has brought it up. Why are you leaving this over my head? Why are you trying to torture me like this? Why are you being so nice!?”

\t“Because you’re cute!” The words were matter of fact. The red panda girl smiling sweetly and tilting her head to one side.

\tGretchen’s jaw dropped. She gazed at the clearly insane red panda. She stomped forwards a bit, trying like hell to tower over Hui and failing. Then she turned back as she considered running. Then back to the still smiling little fluff ball. Her eyes narrowing while the wheels and gears clicked and whirred in her head.

\t“What the hecky are you smoking?” Gretchen growled

\t“Nothing.” Hui shrugged.

\tThe mole snarled slightly and leaned in more. “ok, then what are you planning? You’re clearly fucking with me. I get it. I’m a pervert and you caught me. You have blackmail material.”

\t“Ohh, are you into that?” Hui’s ears perked a bit “I never tried that before. But I think I know how it’s supposed to work within the confines of SSC. I read up on it a little-”

\t“What the fuck is wrong with you.” Gretchen snapped. Tears streaming down her face.

\tA paw cupped Gretchen’s cheek. She blinked and looked at the other girl, a small shiver running down her spine.

\t“You’re cute when you cry.” Those words were more tender than they had any right to be. It was absolutely the kind of thing that should send up a red flag for any sane person. The kind of thing someone says two dates before they have you locked up in a basement suffering from the cold and malnutrition while being psychologically tortured so they can get off.

\tIt made Gretchen melt.

\tHui let the mole sob for a long while. Her hand never left Gretchen’s cheek. Her thumb brushing some of the tears on the brown fur. “I know it’s only camp. But I think you’re really pretty. I’ve never gotten to ‘really’ be on top before. Especially not with a girl. I, uh. I donno. If you want I can try to switch cabins. Or I can just stop. But the way you looked. Bashful, exposed. All the sweet things you said about yourself. The way you just ‘used’ your cute body for me like that. The way you looked when I started to crush your weak will” The girl sounded unhinged. The almost romantic tone of how she said these things. She leaned up a bi and kissed Gretchen’s muzzle bridge. The two girls soon standing forehead to forehead.

\tGretchen couldn’t pull away. Even if she wanted to. She was trapped. Her body paralyzed by this girl, and her body yearning for all of the horrible things implied in her tone.

\tHui‘s breath broke over the poor mole‘s face. The scent of bad pina colada breath mints wafting though the otherwise earthy air of the forest. “You were a good girl for helping me, Gretchen. Even if I was going to blackmail you, I’d only do that if you were bad. But I can do that. I mean if you’re really that big of a pervert. I get the feeling part of you doesn’t want to have a choice about any of this. Am I right?”

\tThe poor mole nodded so hard that her glasses slipped off. Hui caught them and slid them back on to her face. Once again the annoying bundle of joy seemed all too pleased with herself.

\t“Ok, so I think we should start with some ground rules. Do you have a safe word?” Hui asked calmly

\tGretchen blinked and shook her head nervously

\t“Dome Fossil. That’s mine. It’s yours too, for now.” The way Hui said it killed any attempt Gretchen could muster to argue against it. None of this seemed to the mole like it could be real. Not while this manic pixie girl slowly walked forward and backed Gretchen into a tree.

\t“Good girl.” Hui nodded “So the second ground rule. You need to know, I’m owned. I have a Master. But that doesn’t mean we’re totally closed off. We’ve done things with others before. But not, well, not a girl like you.” She seemed to hesitate a moment before stating the fact, and her blush grew even more. Hui leaned up and wrinkled her nose a bit making sure Gretchen couldn’t look away. “If that makes you uncomfortable, or if it’s a turn off, I want you to let me know now.”

\t“I don’t see why it should matter.” Gretchen muttered as she rubbed her own elbow nervously and looked away

\t“I know you think it doesn’t.” Hui whispered, leaning up until her lips were against Gretchen’s ear. Muzzle resting on that frizzy bundle of hair. “That’s because you want to be claimed. You want to be ‘raped’. I can see that look in your eye. I know what you need.” She looked over the rims of her glasses at Gretchen, Hui’s amber eyes crossing in just a bit as she did. “But I’m not giving you a choice in that, either. I’m making sure you take that step into my snare. That you are an accomplice in your own emotional rape.”

\tIt was, hands down, the cheesiest thing Gretchen had ever heard in her whole god damn life. Nineteen years on this god forsaken rock and even pirated fan dubs of 90s anime failed to match that level of cringe. Even the Hentai.

\t“Yes.”

\tThose cringy words of Hui’s put butterflies in Gretchen’s heart. She understood. Understood far too well. Her whole body tensed and loosened over and over again. She could feel her heart hammering full force in her chest. She saw the look in this girls eye. It terrified Gretchen. It elated her. She gladly stepped into that trap, and thrilled at how she hated herself for it.

\t“Good girl” Hui giggle-snorted. She pushed Gretchen back against the tree just roughly enough to make the message clear. “So for now, while we’re at camp, I’m Mistress. You are whatever horrible little slice of self loathing crosses your disgusting mind at any time. Understand?”

\t“Yes.” Gretchen nodded again.

\t“yes what?” Hui’s tone sharpening right away.

\t“yes Mistress!” Gretchen snapped at attention and looked away, biting on her index claw gently “T-this pathetic little dirtsnout understands.”

\tGretchen watched Hui as she sank down slowly .Her whole body tensed up again feeling those silky paws on her own chunky thighs. She could feel her legs being spread slowly apart. Dirty, worn, plain cotton panties slowly being exposed to the curious wah. Gretchen tried to push her knees in and block the view. Hui wasn’t that strong, but she seemed to easily push those legs apart.

\t“Trying to hide my property from me?” Hui squeaked.

\t“N-no Mistress..” Gretchen muttered ‘B-but it’s ugly down there.”

\tHui’s lips slowly began tracing kisses up the mole’s inner thighs. There were some scars along there. Little marks. Ones from playing too rough using her claws. Or from using a belt as a strap improperly. Some other, more shameful ones. Hui didn’t try to avoid the marks. If anything, she almost savored kissing them. Watching intently as the shame and pleasure drove Gretchen into a tizzy. Finally pushing herself up and burying that wet little nose into the poorly cared- for undergarments.

\t“Mine.” Hui whimpered as she took a deep sniff.

\tGretchen’s free paw dug into the tree bark behind her. She bit back a gasp while her new Mistress nosed around against her. That soft velvety tongue traced along the bitter fabric. Gretchen tried to whine for Hui to stop. The mole knew all too well how bad her own juices tasted, and especially those panties. Each time she tried another hard lick or soft kiss silenced her. Hui’s drool had soon joined with Gretchen’s own building fluids to render the material far less protective and leave the mole’s folds utterly vulnerable.

\tThis was wrong. It was all backwards. The way that semi-skilled tongue danced and darted around those folds. The awkward, eager tenderness mixed with possessive aggression. Surely it should be the dumb little panty sniffer mole down on her knees, worshiping this cute red panda girl like a goddess. Licking dirt from her shoes and getting kicked in the cunt for some imagined infraction. The guilt from actually feeling this pleasure was almost crushing on its own. It caused her to writhe an squeal. Small pleas that she didn’t quite fully understand slipped from Gretchen’s lips while the wah sucked on the mole’s ugly little clit though those dirty panties.

\t“P-please…” Gretchen muttered “Mistress…”

\t“Please what?” Hui’s breath breaking hot over the now damp mound.

\tGretchen could feel the girls fingers curling up into the elastic of those panties, ready to yank them down. Her whole body wanted to faint, to pass out. The raw reality of what was happening to her nearly short circuited her brain.

\t“Pleaseletyourworhtlesspunchingbagrapeholemolebitchpleaseyoulikethegoddessyouare!”

\tThere was something resembling a complete thought in the spouted gibberish. Gretchen had some idea what she ‘wanted’ to say. Unfortunately the filers in her brain to keep her talking like a relatively normal adult had apparently been temporarily fried.

\tHui’s response was a simple giggle. The slender girl scooted herself up and yanked those panties down. It was a violation Gretchen couldn’t even fathom. Even as she begged to be used. Even as she yearned to shame herself more. Even as her mind an her heart told her she should be eager and ready for the most depraved and disgusting acts she absolutely did not want to perform. All to see Hui smile. This was somehow worse, and better. This was Mistress Hui showing ‘her’ pleasure. Showing her she was ready to do more.

\t“Nuh uh.” Hui huffed. “This body is mine. You don’t get a say, loser.”

\tBefore the mole could respond to the rather tame insult she felt that cute face shoved into her folds again. Hui’s face awkwardly smooshed over the fuzzy furred mound and lapped roughly while her slender arms curled around either of Gretchen’s thighs from underneath. She was clamped on to the chubby mole and there was no way she was coming off until she was done. All of that energy being sweet and cute was now diverted into rolling odd patterns along the ritually abused folds of one pathetic little masochist.

\tThis was her first time. That fact kept hammering into Gretchen’s mind as the deft little tongue dug deeper. Sure the mole had abused herself to no end. Hence why even now the physical part of the pleasure wasn’t quite what it possibly should have been. Her whole body heaved and ached as it demanded more. Rougher, more brutal, more painful. Her mind, though. Her mind reeled as her first time was ‘claimed’ away from her. Something between an innocent bit of exploration between two girls and a brutal rape, all while having the best of both.

\tIt left Gretchen lingering in some kind of limbo. She bounced up and down on that pretty face while biting roughly at her own index knuckle. Her free hand scratched furrows in the trees. Her modest chest swelled in deep breaths of air mixed with her own musk. Loud sucking slurping noises filled the woods around them. Her gyration caused her to scratch and nick her back on the oak tree. Small bits of dead bark fell into the back of her shirt collar and landed on her floofy fuzzy bundle of headfur. All the while one word could be felt moaned into the wet, waiting, convulsing snatch of the twitching teen

\t‘Mine’

\tA near hyperventilating Gretchen nodded her affirmation to those words. She longed to make the more true. She wished and hoped against wish and hope that the tingling little twitches between her legs could somehow drain her free will away from her. Somehow have it all stolen by this gorgeous little succubus between her ugly thighs.

\tSuddenly, Gretchen felt Hui’s tongue jabbing around near her G spot. The panting red panda seeking out the little love button with an odd mix of experience and clumsiness as she poked and probed into those folds. Gretchen let herself slide down more in some pathetic attempt to give Hui easier access. She felt her legs burn from the awkward position as she shifted her weight. Her free paw moving up from the tree and fumbling out one of her pathetic tits. She pinched hard at her nipple and twisted it. Sharp little claw tips poking the skin almost enough to break it, but never quite going over that edge. She clawed and mauled at herself while yipping soft self-directed insults. The insults quickly turning to whined thanks as Hui got closer and closer, finally seeming to hit on something that got the mole’s body in lien with her already bliss-addicted mind.

\tThe orgasm itself was a long and shameful blur. She could feel the moisture as it splattered over Hui’s face. Feel the muzzle pushed in to her a bit. Finally Gretchen felt Hui pull back and the pudgy mole collapsed hard on her rump in the dirt. She didn’t even have time to speak before Hui forced a kiss on her , sharing the all too familiar taste of Gretchen’s own fluids

\t“W-was your future torture toy pleasing to you like that, Mistress?” Gretchen cringed at the words. Still she gazed hopefully at Hui.

\tHui smiled, and nodded ever so slightly.

\tGretchen then collapsed. Thrilled, ashamed, spent. “I think I need to wash my cunny.” She finally muttered as the bliss cleared, and she realized she had never pulled her panties back up.

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\tGretchen was thankful nobody else was here. This was for quite a few reasons, but at present the biggest was the simple fact that she could snag blankets from the unused bunks.

\tThe mole lay in her bunk with a half dozen thin camp blankets pulled over her body. She was curled into a ball with only her pink nose tip sticking out enough to grab breaths of fresh air and prevent a Co2 headache.

\tShe kept her phone with her under the blanket, plugged into the small charger socket that was built into the newly replaced wall outlets. There really wasn’t any signal this far from the main building, but it didn’t matter. At the moment Lizzy Hale’s dulcet tones were singing something mournful that the trembling mole half listened to. Her whole body heaved small sobs as she drifted in and out of awareness.

\tThat small part of her tethered to her surroundings instead of her dark mental pit kept feelers on the phone in case she might feel a vibration. Some sign that Hui had finally figured out what to do with the damning material she had on the dumb mole cunt.

\tEarlier that would have probably been enough for her to shlick to. Now it just made her arms feel heavy and her heart like lead.

\tHer body was aware of the nudging before she was. A few gentle, then not quite so gentle pushes rousing her half sleeping form. Moments later the pile of blankets was pulled from over her head. This caused the rusted iron of her limbs to finally move as they sluggishly yanked the covers back into place and blocked out the world once more.

\t“Oh thank god, you’re ok.” Hui sighed. That insufferably chipper voice burrowing though all of the cheap poly-cotton material and into the mole’s ears.

\t“Go away.” Gretchen muttered. The dark edge to her voice tinged with bits of sorrow and fear.

\tHui snickered and giggle-snorted a bit. “Can’t really do that.” she shrugged “it’s my room too.”

\tGretchen whined and pulled the blanket over her head again squirming away from the other girl until her body had almost no room left before falling off of the edge.

\tThe wah girl reached over and pulled the blankets down again, leaning over to one side and looking at Gretchen’s squinted green eyes “Look, it’s one thing if you don’t wanna talk to me, but you’re gonna get sick if you stay under there like that. You know that, right?”

\t“Like it matters.” Gretchen spat. The chubby mole rolled over and gasped as she nearly fell out of the bed. Her palm flailed and finally found the windowsill just in time to shove her back on to safe and stable bed. She looked back again to see Hui, expecting another snicker. The concern she saw instead was not at all what the mole expected. Somehow, that only served to further infuriate her.

\t“It does matter. What happens if you pass out like that and get dehydrated? You need to lose a few blankets or else you’re going to end up in the nurses office before this whole thing even starts.” Hui pulled one of the blankets off. She was right that the whole setup was overheating Gretchen to no end. But the mole still stared at her resentfully as she did it.

\t“Yeah, well,” Gretchen muttered “You think you’re the boss of me?”

\tIt was meant as a retort. It was meant to be confrontational. Or at least as close to confrontational as Gretchen could get. She sat up in her bed just staring Hui down. Praying that the red panda didn’t see the blush now burning up her cheeks. Praying she wasn’t doing that stupid thing biting the corner of her lip. Hoping against hope that there wasn’t any pleading, any loss, any confusion in her eyes just begging for the other girl to…

\tShe didn’t expect the blush Hui sported. Gretchen certainly didn’t expect the strange, sidelong glance at the wall as the wah struggled to meet the mole’s gaze. Gretchen’s eyes darted to the lulling loping tail that seemed to move frantically while the rest of her co-counselor stayed still.

\tAll up until the paw on her cheek. All up until she felt the annoyingly chipper girl tilting Gretchen’s muzzle up and gazing into her eyes. Felt her heart thudding with the kind of adrenalin fury she imagined an actual full day at gym class without an asthma attack would render.

\tFor a moment all of the toughness and standoffishness melted away. Every one of her defenses fell flat at the simple caress and those eyes seeking to be stern in a sea of teenage confusion and hormones. Gretchen simply gazed into those soft brown eyes and felt herself utterly transfixed.

\t“I-if you’re going to hurt yourself, or do bad things to yourself, then you need my permission.” Hui said. Her voice wasn’t firm or strong the way it always came off in porn. It looked more like a part of her was screaming to take it back. A part of Gretchen hoped and prayed she wouldn’t.

\t“O-or what?” The mole muttered meekly. “If you’re going to get me kicked out then go ahead. O-or tell the other girls. I’m not going to let you blackmail me.”

\tHui took a few deep breaths. Her hand fell away a moment. It’s wonderful, horrible caress nearly left Gretchen’s fur. Then it came back, gripping her cheek and forcing her to look up. A strange stern look washing over Hui’s face. “I didn’t say I was giving you a choice, Gretchen.” The wah girl stutter-snapped. “If you just want to hide away and try to do nothing for the rest of the time here then fine. But… but if you’re going to try and ruin yourself more then you need to ask me. The same goes for any ‘dirty’ play too.”

\tThis wasn’t something the mole expected. Not even this confusing part drinking in the firm tone from her bunkmate. She puffed up a bit and leaned in drawing on the small slivers of intimidation and inner strength she had. The end result sounded more like a mix between a head cold and sucking helium. “And what if I don’t want to obey you, huh?”

\t“Then you won’t.” Hui said simply.

\tGretchen blinked again. She puzzled at the other girl and shrank back into her seat, utterly unprepared for what she was hearing.

\t“T-this is some kind of trick, isn’t it? Picking on stupid little Gretchen again. You already know I’m a worthless fucking pervert. Why can’t you just hurt me like everyone else and stop playing head games with my ugly fat ass.”

\tThe stern grip returned and Hui guided Gretchen in close. Their nose tips touched a moment. A clear accident. Gretchen, in spite of herself, wished that it hadn’t been. “It’s a very cute ass.” The wah said. Half a chuckled joke, half serious. “And so long as the two of us are here it’s mine. My cute, yummy, spank able, ‘Mei is bae’ little butt. And I won’t have anyone saying bad things about my stuff. Not even the equally cute slave it’s attached to. Understood?”

\tGretchen sat slack jawed. Her eyes wide. What had been a sea of confused thoughts was now a shallow dried up rut where a puddle may have been. Natural impulses to rightly take a swing at this obviously crazy high-schooler clashed against other, deeper parts of her soul that for once rose up to wash away the isolationist fury. It was a terrifying feeling, one she wasn’t quite sure she’d survive. One that left her face a mask of both hate and yearning as she looked into the girls eyes.

\t“What…” Gretchen muttered “What the fuck do I even say to all of that?”

\t“You say ‘Yes Mistress’.” Hui noted “or you tell me to fuck off. It’s your choice, slave. What will it be?”

\t“Well…” Gretchen Muttered. “I…”

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\tEverything was ready. Teachers had set up shop around the camp. Itineraries were laid out and every girl present had taken plenty of time to not only practice but to demonstrate to the camp owners that they were in top form with their instruments of choice.

\tHui and Gretchen sat at a table in the main hall amid a small sea of snacks. Most of it Hui’s doing, her out of control metabolism saw her pop starburst in her mouth like tactics.

\tThe two each sat with a deck before them. Gretchen felt her head swim as she looked at the cards. Pretty art and confusing text with symbols and numbers that made absolutely no sense whatsoever. She looked at the smirking Hui and felt her heart sink a bit as she realized she had no idea what the hell she was doing or how the hell she was supposed to do it.

\t“Ok so. What do I do with this… Golgari queen… lady again?” Gretchen muttered

\t“Well the best move right now would be to take out one of your tokens and use her first ability. It lets you gain a life and draw a card. That’s why you have doubling season in there. Tokens are shockingly good with Golgari. I think… Well kinda…”

\t“Ugh, your game is stupid.” Gretchen snitted.

\t“My game is stupid, what?” Hui snickered as she leaned in a bit.

\t“Your game is stupid… Mistress…” The mole muttered as she slumped down a bit more

\tHui wrinkled her muzzle and smiled a big beaming smile. “Better. You’re still getting a spanking later. But better.”

\tThe comment grated just a bit on Gretchen. Many things her new Mistress did grated on her. And yet she couldn’t recall a time she’d been happier. It still felt surreal, and it absolutely felt like something she never in a million years deserved. She wondered if that was why she was so concerned with rooting though these different decks, looking around for something in this stupid card game that may actually be fun to play.

\t“Ohh, maybe you should try my artifact deck next.” Hui giggled happily

\t“I, uh, ok. What is that?” Gretchen blinked “Like, what’s an artifact.”

\t“They were the colorless cards from before. Well some of them. Not the plains walkers. Well I mean there are artifact planes walkers but. Here. Just grab the deck box with all the cogs and stuff on it. Just never mind the cyberpunk cards that will be mixed in. It’s all a long story.”

\tAs the mole girl rooted around in the bag, she felt the presence of other people walking up behind her. That horrible sensation of uncomfortable electricity which always came with knowing someone else was around. For some reason that anxiety didn’t manifest as much with Mistress after their short time in this little dynamic. Unfortunately it only seemed to be getting worse with others.

\t“Hey new girl. You should really be careful sharing a cabin with that weirdo. Never know what kind of perverted shit she’ll get up to while you’re asleep.”

\tGretchen tried to move faster, only to feel a sharp tug on her arm. Hui managed to muscle her around to face the girls, more though Gretchen’s shock than any real feat of strength. She looked in awe at the wah girl who stood there gazing at the preps with a grin she could only describe as unhinged.

\t“You see this?” Hui snapped. Without warning there was a paw gripping hard between Gretchen’s legs. She fought back a moan and failed badly. Her knees knocked together as the dominant girl rubbed and squeezed mercilessly at her tender nethers. “This is mine. This is my property. This cute dweeby mole right here. And if any of you want to give her shit for the rest of the time we’re here I’ll be happy to tell my fucked up, trench coat wearing boyfriend that some stupid bitches are fucking with my property. You understand what I’m saying?”

\tThe girls dashed away. Gretchen could see the look of terror on their faces. The annoying little bitches all but scrambled over each other to escape from Hui as if she was the one threatening some unspeakable violence on them.

\t“You really shouldn’t have done that…” Gretchen whimpered “They might kick you out for making threats.”

\t“If they do, they do.” She shrugged “I was getting sick of them picking on you, though. Plus it’s not like I made any explicit threats. Well, kinda. I’m sure I can talk my way out of it if I have to.”

\tThe confidence felt quite undeserved. Gretchen whimpering softly and gazing down at the floor. She wanted to be mad about it. She wanted to be furious at her ‘Mistress’ putting herself on the line for this nobody. Then she felt the slender arms wrapping around her middle. It was what the frizzy-haired dork imagined drugs must feel like. It made her happy.

\t“So, uh, is your boyfriend really that crazy, Mistress?” Gretchen’s voice was a wreck of nervous laughter.

\t“Ehhh, Kinda?” Hui shrugged. “Not boyfriend though, Master. Don’t worry. He’s mostly harmless. Mostly.”

\tOnce again there was that cheerful tone which put Gretchen on edge. More than that though, the word ‘Master made her blush. The idea of someone, anyone treating this cute girl the way Hui had been treating her felt like a wonderful little shard of glass in her heart.

\t“Don’t worry.” Hui whispered, going up on her tiptoes to lean in against Gretchen’s cheek from behind. “I’m sure you’ll meet him sooner or later. I mean, well, if you maybe want to try keeping this going after camp ends.”


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