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Conservative and traditional-minded rural Michiganders would logically think that works out best. And in truth it wasn’t like Becky normally cared all that much. She’d stopped playing with them years ago anyways. That was, until now.\n\n\tThe stocky badger girl hovered over her makeshift set. A city street the likes of which someone might see in a Wes Anderson movie, complete with garishly colored buildings and slightly odd proportions. Then there were the figures. Those odd little round-headed things with faces largely generic enough for one to guess at the species without it ever being clear. She’d done her best to mix and match the various bits of clothing and hair pieces to make a cast that looked somewhat interesting. It wasn’t a cool space opera or even a silly Lego movie mashup like she might want. The script was going to be shit considering ‘she’ wrote it. But the point wasn’t to have a good script or even a good story. The point was to show she could do stop motion. Another bit of last minute padding for her resume.\n\n\tSlowly, carefully, she started to pose the figures. The oblivious idiot. The long suffering quirky protagonist, a car she could have going by in the foreground. Once everything was set exactly how she wanted it, Becky moved to her camera, mounted firmly on a low hat stand only marginally better than the infamous James Rolf one, and lined up the shot exactly as she wanted it.\n\n\t“Annnd. One.” She sighed. “Just thirteen thousand nine hundred ninety nine to go. Roughly.”\n\n\tIt was probably already too late to ‘do’ anything now. She’d already plastered her applications in to every reputable film school in southern California. Not to mention a few other places a bit closer to home. Hell, she’d even tried to throw something at Second City for a laugh. There was no ‘fallback’ with all of this. No safe, stable career she’d be happy to pick up if filmmaking didn’t work out. The only question was which school she’d get into. And if she didn’t get into any of them, well…\n\n\tFor now the young director-to-be shoved such ideas out of her head and went back to the task at hand. Normally she’d be using her makeshift ‘studio’. Except it was freezing out and her dad had apparently decided he only wanted to practice his racquetball in the summer back when he still thought he’d use the thing. So instead she was stuck in the basement where anyone could come down for any reason and fuck up her shot. She was at once painfully alone and dreadfully on edge with the prospect of someone coming down and knocking over the set because they didn’t see it. Or her sister doing so to get a rise out of her. \n\n\tA friend would remedy that. Honestly a friend would fix a ton of things right about now. She’d tried to talk to Hui but the poor girl seemed in the same boat. Scrambling on a project and agonizing over admission letters. It wouldn’t be right to kneecap her future just to help Becky with something that didn’t even technically ‘need’ to be done. The other alternative was Esme. Except she hadn’t seen hide nor scale of her for a week. It was presumably related to prep for her last play in high school. One last big hurrah before having to scrounge up roles in the ‘real’ world.\n\n\tAnd… who? Who else? Before long Becky found herself slumped back against a chair leg scrolling though her contact list. Most of the numbers were family, and at least a few were fast food. She had to have more friends, right? She had to know more than two people who would hang around her for reasons other than familial bonds or… no, no she wasn’t thinking about that. Not about him. Them. Whatever.\n\n\tIt was an odd thing flipping though looking for something she knew wasn’t there. Her brain just seemed to glitch out any time she tried to pull away. That was, until she saw it. A number tucked away from lack of use. One she’d never called as far as she could remember, and never even bothered to really look at until now. It took a few moments to even put a face with the name. Not helped by the way she’d put it into the phone.\n\n(Re)Becca.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tFor a girl who’d never dated before, Becky had to wonder if this is how that all went. Well, no. That wasn’t true. She’d taken a certain cute red panda out a few times on things that could be called ‘dates’. Things she’d like to be called dates, even. The only question was how Collin would see them.\n\n\tThis was a bit different, though. Honestly it was something a bit more awkward. A friend. Or at least she hoped so. Becky looked on at the red headed pitbull sitting across from her, wolfing down the massive steak burger as if she hadn’t eaten for weeks. The plump badger girl glanced at the bundle of steel cables wrapped in grey fur that was Rebecca. Then back down at herself. At the single shoe string cheese fry she’d pulled up from her plate. One she knew would probably go to everything but her boobs. \n\n\t“Gotta say I was a bit shocked.” Becky muttered once she’d gotten her mouth free of the meat cascade. That was again quickly ‘solved’ by a big gulp on her milkshake.\n\n\t“I’d be lying if I said I had a good reason.” Becky sighed. “I mean you meet someone new, you only talk to them a few times, and then one of the last times was…”\n\n\t“Was what happened with Tabs. Yeah. I remember that one. Hell I figured you’d never wanna see any of us again after that happened.”\n\n\tThe comment drew a wince, and a small fake smile. The same kind of fake smile Becky’s mother always wore. The one reserved for church potlucks and gossip about family members who weren’t in the room. She could feel the sickening lines of it even without seeing it. God, she really did hate it. “I can promise it wasn’t that.” She sighed. That much true at least. Really it’d be easier for her to just lie and say it was. But even she wasn’t inept enough to think lying to a new-ish fiend was a smart idea.\n\n\t“If it’s any consolation, I know Tabs, er, Ms. Blake hasn’t seen your friend since you chewed her out.” Rebecca seemed mostly chipper even when bringing that up. Though maybe that was just Becky not being used to her yet. \n\n\t“Miss Blake, huh? Well since I never saw you in class, I’mma assume that’s a kink thing?” Becky’s brow quirked.\n\n\tRebecca blinked, blushed and shook her head frantically “What? No! I mean, seriously no. Sure I’ve had other play partners I’ve been subbie to. Well others besides Momma and Mistress. But she’s absolutely not one of em! I just kinda figured you wouldn’t be cool with me acting too familiar with her, considering how you feel about her and all.”\n\n\t“Yeahhh, kinda made an ass of myself didn’t I?” Memories of that day flashed. About the day Becky confronted Ms. Tabatha Blake. The woman who had assaulted and essentially Groomed Collin. No, not essentially. Collin, Xiulan, ‘had’ been raped. Molested, coerced. It didn’t matter if they were ‘of age’ at the time or not. Eighteen and Nineteen were still high school ages. She was still a high school teacher. Shame at her outburst that day, when she’d told the bitch to leave Collin alone, all melted into a boiling pit of molten rage deep down in Becky’s gut. There was a flash of it, just a flash, when she looked at Rebecca. Then it died. Or rather, Becky was able to pull it all back in. Stamp it down. Keep a lid on it so that her hatred didn’t spill over on to an innocent bystander.\n\n\t“Sorry.” Becky sighed before absently munching a few fries.\n\n\t“”For what?” Rebecca shrugged.\n\n\t“Because I’m the one who asked you to hang out after basically ghosting you, and here I am fixating on shit you have nothing to do with. It’s rude.”\n\n\t“And you’re buying my lunch. That’s…. anti-rude? I unno. Something. Point is don’t worry too much about it. You got school. That’s important. Mistress is still doing her degree and lord knows she’s agonizing about that. Heck, GED cramming can be a fucking nightmare. So doing all of that over a whole school year?”\n\n\tBecky blinked a bit. Partially, she paused to remind herself which would be the ‘Mistress’ among the two dominants apparently living with Rebecca. Mostly though it was to stop herself from asking about the GED. Her new not-so-new friend might be cool going over that kind of stuff. But it wasn’t something Becky felt comfortable prying into right now. “Sorry. This really isn’t how I imagined everything going.” The badger finally sighed. “To tell the truth I had already half forgotten you and your Miss were even there. Mistress? I donno.. How does one address someone like that in that lifestyle when they aren’t like… in charge of ‘you’?”\n\n\tThe question drew a playful smile and a small shrug. “Honestly I’m still figuring a lot of that out too. People at the munch are usually pretty good about that. Play sessions with some of Momma’s old road friends help a lot. But that’s more play than actual education. I think.” The pittie seemed almost carefree as she scratched behind her head with all the zeal of a shonen anime protagonist.\n\n\tBecky hated that her brain jumped to that reference. “Sorry. Not my place to ask that, either. I guess I’m just kind of curious since I” The badger girl huffed hard and chawed down on her fries with a renewed aggression. She glanced up at Rebecca, the seemingly unassuming pittie girl who was still mowing on her burger. “I’d like to know some more about this kind of thing I guess. But I also don’t want to make you feel uncomfy! Or anyone for that matter. I know this is a super huge and super sensitive topic for most people. Plus while I ‘am’ an adult I am also still in high school, which creeps people out. So it’s not like-”\n\n\t“You want to ask me some stuff about kink. But you’re scared it’s going to come off as rude. Or that I’ll think you just asked me to hang so you could poke my brain about it. Which looks really bad after ghosting me for months. That about the size of it?” Rebecca tossed the last of her steak burger in her maw and chawed it down greedily. The statement then punctuated by a hard licking smack on each of her juice-covered digits.\n\n\tAll Becky could do was nod. Shame flushed her cheeks and she could feel it. She hated that feeling. Especially when there was no place to vent it as anger. “H-how did you?”\n\n\t“Look” Rebecca snickered “I know I’m not the sharpest cracker in the shed, but if you wanna come though the life I did without major brain damage, you gotta learn how to read people. It’s just that simple. Besides it’s not that hard to figure out.”\n\n\t“I never meant to imply you aren’t smart” Becky huffed. Already her coler was rising a touch and she had to reign herself in before it got her into trouble.\n\n\t“I never sad ya did.” Rebecca’s reply chipper and unnervingly friendly. “Momma and Mistress may say otherwise, but I know what I am by now. Some smartass in fifth grade got everyone calling me Joey Wheeler for it almost the whole year. I was real pissed when I looked up who that was. Socked em right in the beak!”\n\n\tBecky contorted with a grunting snort. “God damn it. That woulda put shake up my nose.” She muttered.\n\n\t“Muzzle full of shake isn’t nearly the worst option out there ya know. I remember dad gave me half of his Rubin once when I was like, five or six. I kept begging him for it. Took one bite. Somehow in all the flailing and screeching I got ‘sauerkraut’ up my muzzle. Had to buy a neti pot just to get the gunk out!”\n\n\t“Oh jeeze.” Becky winced\n\n\tRebecca sighed and looked up at the ceiling wistfully “Yeah. Worst part is no place around here makes a decent one. Went from a deli on every corner to ‘maybe some popup in Kzoo won’t be absolute ass’. Ah well. A dream girl and a way out of that life is worth having to make due with shitty Arbies fare any day. Though the burgers here are way better.”\n\n\tThe comment drew a small nod and smile from the calico waitress, and Rebecca nodded back politely.\n\n\tIt was amazing how confident she was, at least in Becky’s eyes. It seemed so effortless and casual. You’d never guess this was a girl who liked to get tied up and pushed around and ‘other things’. Or maybe you would? “I donno” Becky sighed “I’m sorry. I know you said it’s ok but it really doesn’t feel ok. I mean we ‘bonded’ a bit over movies and I haven’t even asked you about that.”\n\n\t“So what?” Rebecca snickered “I mean unless you were dying about talking movies too.”\n\n\t“Yes! I mean, no. I donno. Honestly it’s all I can do to keep myself from worrying about acceptance letters from film schools. I tried to make sure my senior year would be light on homework so I could really bulk up my portfolio. Except I already sent out basically all of my apps so at this point it feels like I’m just wasting time.” A quick wave of the hand and a whimper followed Becky almost instantly. She slumped down, face half hidden behind the tall glass goblet and its small amount of remaining shake. “And there I go again. Talking about me.”\n\n\tRebecca rolled her eyes and reached over to grab Becky by the forearm. “So talk! Talk!” It was a rather poor caricature of a Yiddish accent. The smile on Rebecca’s muzzle was genuine enough, though. “I’ll admit I donno the first thing about making films. I know the first thing about kink. Maybe even the second thing. But that’s not much better, I know. Still it’s not like being friends means everything has to be reciprocal, right? Haha, look at that. All that English cramming paying off already. I’m all verbose now! And, er, um… something?”\n\n\t“Are you trying to make me laugh intentionally?” Becky snickered.\n\n\t“Is it working?” Rebecca chuckled back.\n\n\tA few more deep breaths and Becky was able to lean back in the booth again. Her smile was forced, but not quite as forced as it had been moments ago. It made more sense in her head.\n\n\t“Do you want me to grab a priest so you can confess or something? Maybe a nun to yell at you a bit? Would that make you feel less guilty about it?” Rebecca sighed as she leaned her head in her paws, and her elbows on either side of a now cleared plate.\n\n\t“I’m Adventist.” Becky glibly noted.\n\n\t“Ok so then whoever it is they confess to. Or however it works. Look I’m tryin here, girl. It’s ok. You do not in fact need to be upset with yourself for wanting to ask me shit. If I was gonna be offended I’d have told you to fuck off and hung up.”\n\n\t“Yeah?” Becky whimpered softly “Well I guess that’s ok then. I mean it’s not ok. I’m still fucking up here. But if you say I should just open up about it then I will.” She paused a long moment, just staring at the little bit of whipped cream, melted ice cream, and single cherry remaining in her glass. She gazed at it for what felt like ages. Images of some old poster with a wizard going full ‘Heavy Metal’ while looking into a crystal ball flooded her head. Or maybe that was just something she was dreaming up at the moment. God, but she hated anxiety. “Fuck.” She sighed “Now that you said it’s ok I’m blanking on what I wanted to say.”\n\n\t“You wanted to ask about kinky stuff. I’m guessing because that boy you were up in arms about is into it.” Rebecca chimed in\n\n\t“Boy, yeah. Well to be clear he, they, Collin is gender fluid now. That’s kind of a thing where he, she, they, let’s go with he. Collin is sometimes in ‘girl mode’. But it’s not a crossdressing kink thing. From what I am told. Unless he is in ‘boy mode’. When he is. Which is confusing. But yes. He’s into ‘stuff’. And it’s because of that bitch. But he does like it, so…”\n\n\tA grey furred paw darted over with shocking speed. A small gathering of cheese fries were plucked fee and placed into the pitbull’s maw and chawed like chewing gum. Rebecca let the thought linger for a few long moments and then slumped herself down into the booth just a bit more. “Well, it’d help to know what ‘kind’ of stuff. I mean this stuff we’re talking about. There’s alot. Like, aloooot alot. I’m still learning most of it myself. Though I know what Momma and Mistress like. Lotsa hoods and humiliation and pegging. So much pegging.”\n\n\t“O-okay!” the badger girl’s yelp drew a few looks as she ducked herself down further. She was blushing hard now. She could feel it. The tail groove for the booth wasn’t cutting it as the big bushy lump of flesh and fur wanted to wrap around her and let her hide. “The thing is I don’t know what they, he, likes. Not fully. I mean I think biker stuff is part of it. And dirty talk. I guess subbie stuff too, obviously. But like the biker thing. That’s obviously something I can play with, right? That’s something he probably likes. So I just figured maybe I could, or should, ya know” she slumped and sighed “Like the ‘biker’ thing.”\n\n\t“Biker? Really? Like Momma?” Rebecca blinked\n\n\t“Well more like Ms. B- Like the bitch” Becky grumbled. “That’s a kink thing though, right? I donno. Hoods? That already sounds like a lot. Is there some kinda book you have to read before you start doing all of this?” \n\n\tA comforting paw slipped over Beck’s shoulder. She looked up to see Rebecca smiling nice and wide “Not a book. Tons of books. Way too many books” She chuckled. “Also, Tabs really isn’t that good at all this. You do realize that, right?”\n\n\tBecky’s eyes raised slowly. She felt something small, warm and disgustingly petty beginning to stir in her. Some small spark of hope that she probably should have been more ashamed of. “What do you mean she doesn’t know?” The question cautious as a rogue on a pressure plate.\n\n\tThere was no such compunction with the pittie. She tussed the other redhead’s curly copper mop and leaned back with a knowing smirk. “I mean she had to ask Momma about half the shit she did. She ‘liked’ that stuff. But she’s not like her. Plus Momma’s still learning herself. She’s a long way off from Mister Jack and Miss Allison.”\n\n\t“Who?” Becky blinked\n\n\t“Another of Momma’s road sisters and her hubby. I uh, I’ve been play partner with them a few times. They’re kinda like the wise old mentors at the munch. Except they aren’t really that old. Know more than just about everyone, though.”\n\n\tJust like that the world seemed to deflate a bit. Becky took a few deep breaths as her brain ran hot processing it all in the background. She could almost feel the facts compiling. “So you’re saying it’s gotta go like some kind of apprenticeship thing? I have to seek out the ‘elders’ and get their approval before I do anything?”\n\n\t“You don’t have to. Like I said, there’s books.” Rebecca said “I’m not good with all this stuff. I also know it might be a little scary to talk to a bunch of people about this kind of thing. But in the end I think the idea is to figure out what you like first. Especially if you’re the one on top. Momma and Mistress are the ones calling the shots for me after all. That’s how I learn. That said, I could talk to Momma. Maybe even see if the Munch would be ok for you. I mean, now that the creepy couple are on hiatus it’s probably the best time!”\n\n\t“I don’t know what a munch is” Becky snickered “But I’m shocked you’d go anywhere with a legit ‘creepy couple’.”\n\n\t“Well Miss Allison says they’re mostly harmless. Apparently the guy has going to the thing for ages. They both know more than anyone. But, I donno. Something about the Lockhart’s just feels kinda ‘off’.” Rebecca’s muzzle playfully wrinkled as she feigned a hint of revulsion.\n\n\tBecky laughed, but only for a moment. Her eyes then narrowing ever so slightly. “Lockhart’s?” She muttered the word slowly\n\n\t“Yup! Bear and a mouse. Always felt like they were taking the jokes just a bit too far. The wife especially. The guy, though. Rick or Reeve or something. It was just something. A look in his eye…”\n\n\t“And you said they were on hiatus?” Becky questioned cautiously\n\n\t“Almost a whole year now.” Rebecca nodded “Heck they might not show up again for all I know. Apparently they had a baby. I mean, I know I’m joking about them being ‘creepy’ but they seemed really stoked so I’m happy for them. Not that I’d ever want kids but having em is a huge deal. But if you’re worried, I doubt they’ll show up until they can feel comfy leaving their new kid with a sitter that long. Truth is you might not even meet them!”\n\n\t“A bear, and a mouse. With a near one-year-old.” Becky loosed a grunting sigh of frustration and let her head slump into her paws. “Rebecca… how do you end up knowing ‘everyone’ I do?”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Collared Chapter 45: Re-Friend
By TerraMGP

\tThe Lockhart family was odd with Legos. They were an heirloom. The kids all grew up at their grandparents playing with the same green basket of duplos, and big Tupperware tubs had been passed down between cousins, nieces and nephews since probably the inception of the toys.

\tSome small sliver of Becky was a bit annoyed at her own collection. Justin had gotten Ryan’s old Legos when he was old enough.  Older Space and Knights, Ice Planet, Aquanauts and a few other various kits. To which his own parents had added Mech, Agent, Chima and Nexo Knights at various times. Meanwhile she’d gotten the tubs belonging to his mother. Mostly the older ‘City’ sets and various things that were hard to place without a Google search she had no real interest in carrying out.

\tIt made sense. She and her sister were ‘girls’. Meredith had the more ‘girl’ sets. Conservative and traditional-minded rural Michiganders would logically think that works out best. And in truth it wasn’t like Becky normally cared all that much. She’d stopped playing with them years ago anyways. That was, until now.

\tThe stocky badger girl hovered over her makeshift set. A city street the likes of which someone might see in a Wes Anderson movie, complete with garishly colored buildings and slightly odd proportions. Then there were the figures. Those odd little round-headed things with faces largely generic enough for one to guess at the species without it ever being clear. She’d done her best to mix and match the various bits of clothing and hair pieces to make a cast that looked somewhat interesting. It wasn’t a cool space opera or even a silly Lego movie mashup like she might want. The script was going to be shit considering ‘she’ wrote it. But the point wasn’t to have a good script or even a good story. The point was to show she could do stop motion. Another bit of last minute padding for her resume.

\tSlowly, carefully, she started to pose the figures. The oblivious idiot. The long suffering quirky protagonist, a car she could have going by in the foreground. Once everything was set exactly how she wanted it, Becky moved to her camera, mounted firmly on a low hat stand only marginally better than the infamous James Rolf one, and lined up the shot exactly as she wanted it.

\t“Annnd. One.” She sighed. “Just thirteen thousand nine hundred ninety nine to go. Roughly.”

\tIt was probably already too late to ‘do’ anything now. She’d already plastered her applications in to every reputable film school in southern California. Not to mention a few other places a bit closer to home. Hell, she’d even tried to throw something at Second City for a laugh. There was no ‘fallback’ with all of this. No safe, stable career she’d be happy to pick up if filmmaking didn’t work out. The only question was which school she’d get into. And if she didn’t get into any of them, well…

\tFor now the young director-to-be shoved such ideas out of her head and went back to the task at hand. Normally she’d be using her makeshift ‘studio’. Except it was freezing out and her dad had apparently decided he only wanted to practice his racquetball in the summer back when he still thought he’d use the thing. So instead she was stuck in the basement where anyone could come down for any reason and fuck up her shot. She was at once painfully alone and dreadfully on edge with the prospect of someone coming down and knocking over the set because they didn’t see it. Or her sister doing so to get a rise out of her.

\tA friend would remedy that. Honestly a friend would fix a ton of things right about now. She’d tried to talk to Hui but the poor girl seemed in the same boat. Scrambling on a project and agonizing over admission letters. It wouldn’t be right to kneecap her future just to help Becky with something that didn’t even technically ‘need’ to be done. The other alternative was Esme. Except she hadn’t seen hide nor scale of her for a week. It was presumably related to prep for her last play in high school. One last big hurrah before having to scrounge up roles in the ‘real’ world.

\tAnd… who? Who else? Before long Becky found herself slumped back against a chair leg scrolling though her contact list. Most of the numbers were family, and at least a few were fast food. She had to have more friends, right? She had to know more than two people who would hang around her for reasons other than familial bonds or… no, no she wasn’t thinking about that. Not about him. Them. Whatever.

\tIt was an odd thing flipping though looking for something she knew wasn’t there. Her brain just seemed to glitch out any time she tried to pull away. That was, until she saw it. A number tucked away from lack of use. One she’d never called as far as she could remember, and never even bothered to really look at until now. It took a few moments to even put a face with the name. Not helped by the way she’d put it into the phone.

(Re)Becca.

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\tFor a girl who’d never dated before, Becky had to wonder if this is how that all went. Well, no. That wasn’t true. She’d taken a certain cute red panda out a few times on things that could be called ‘dates’. Things she’d like to be called dates, even. The only question was how Collin would see them.

\tThis was a bit different, though. Honestly it was something a bit more awkward. A friend. Or at least she hoped so. Becky looked on at the red headed pitbull sitting across from her, wolfing down the massive steak burger as if she hadn’t eaten for weeks. The plump badger girl glanced at the bundle of steel cables wrapped in grey fur that was Rebecca. Then back down at herself. At the single shoe string cheese fry she’d pulled up from her plate. One she knew would probably go to everything but her boobs.

\t“Gotta say I was a bit shocked.” Becky muttered once she’d gotten her mouth free of the meat cascade. That was again quickly ‘solved’ by a big gulp on her milkshake.

\t“I’d be lying if I said I had a good reason.” Becky sighed. “I mean you meet someone new, you only talk to them a few times, and then one of the last times was…”

\t“Was what happened with Tabs. Yeah. I remember that one. Hell I figured you’d never wanna see any of us again after that happened.”

\tThe comment drew a wince, and a small fake smile. The same kind of fake smile Becky’s mother always wore. The one reserved for church potlucks and gossip about family members who weren’t in the room. She could feel the sickening lines of it even without seeing it. God, she really did hate it. “I can promise it wasn’t that.” She sighed. That much true at least. Really it’d be easier for her to just lie and say it was. But even she wasn’t inept enough to think lying to a new-ish fiend was a smart idea.

\t“If it’s any consolation, I know Tabs, er,  Ms. Blake hasn’t seen your friend since you chewed her out.” Rebecca seemed mostly chipper even when bringing that up. Though maybe that was just Becky not being used to her yet.

\t“Miss Blake, huh? Well since I never saw you in class, I’mma assume that’s a kink thing?” Becky’s brow quirked.

\tRebecca blinked, blushed and shook her head frantically “What? No! I mean, seriously no. Sure I’ve had other play partners I’ve been subbie to. Well others besides Momma and Mistress. But she’s absolutely not one of em! I just kinda figured you wouldn’t be cool with me acting too familiar with her, considering how you feel about her and all.”

\t“Yeahhh, kinda made an ass of myself didn’t I?” Memories of that day flashed. About the day Becky confronted Ms. Tabatha Blake. The woman who had assaulted and essentially Groomed Collin. No, not essentially. Collin, Xiulan, ‘had’ been raped. Molested, coerced. It didn’t matter if they were ‘of age’ at the time or not. Eighteen and Nineteen were still high school ages. She was still a high school teacher. Shame at her outburst that day, when she’d told the bitch to leave Collin alone, all melted into a boiling pit of molten rage deep down in Becky’s gut. There was a flash of it, just a flash, when she looked at Rebecca. Then it died. Or rather, Becky was able to pull it all back in. Stamp it down. Keep a lid on it so that her hatred didn’t spill over on to an innocent bystander.

\t“Sorry.” Becky sighed before absently munching a few fries.

\t“”For what?” Rebecca shrugged.

\t“Because I’m the one who asked you to hang out after basically ghosting you, and here I am fixating on shit you have nothing to do with. It’s rude.”

\t“And you’re buying my lunch. That’s…. anti-rude? I unno. Something. Point is don’t worry too much about it. You got school. That’s important. Mistress is still doing her degree and lord knows she’s agonizing about that. Heck, GED cramming can be a fucking nightmare. So doing all of that over a whole school year?”

\tBecky blinked a bit. Partially, she paused to remind herself which would be the ‘Mistress’ among the two dominants apparently living with Rebecca. Mostly though it was to stop herself from asking about the GED. Her new not-so-new friend might be cool going over that kind of stuff. But it wasn’t something Becky felt comfortable prying into right now. “Sorry. This really isn’t how I imagined everything going.” The badger finally sighed. “To tell the truth I had already half forgotten you and your Miss were even there. Mistress? I donno.. How does one address someone like that in that lifestyle when they aren’t like… in charge of ‘you’?”

\tThe question drew a playful smile and a small shrug. “Honestly I’m still figuring a lot of that out too. People at the munch are usually pretty good about that. Play sessions with some of Momma’s old road friends help a lot. But that’s more play than actual education. I think.” The pittie seemed almost carefree as she scratched behind her head with all the zeal of a shonen anime protagonist.

\tBecky hated that her brain jumped to that reference. “Sorry. Not my place to ask that, either. I guess I’m just kind of curious since I” The badger girl huffed hard and chawed down on her fries with a renewed aggression. She glanced up at Rebecca, the seemingly unassuming pittie girl who was still mowing on her burger. “I’d like to know some more about this kind of thing I guess. But I also don’t want to make you feel uncomfy! Or anyone for that matter. I know this is a super huge and super sensitive topic for most people. Plus while I ‘am’ an adult I am also still in high school, which creeps people out. So it’s not like-”

\t“You want to ask me some stuff about kink. But you’re scared it’s going to come off as rude. Or that I’ll think you just asked me to hang so you could poke my brain about it. Which looks really bad after ghosting me for months. That about the size of it?” Rebecca tossed the last of her steak burger in her maw and chawed it down greedily. The statement then punctuated by a hard licking smack on each of her juice-covered digits.

\tAll Becky could do was nod. Shame flushed her cheeks and she could feel it. She hated that feeling. Especially when there was no place to vent it as anger. “H-how did you?”

\t“Look” Rebecca snickered “I know I’m not the sharpest cracker in the shed, but if you wanna come though the life I did without major brain damage, you gotta learn how to read people. It’s just that simple. Besides it’s not that hard to figure out.”

\t“I never meant to imply you aren’t smart” Becky huffed. Already her coler was rising a touch and she had to reign herself in before it got her into trouble.

\t“I never sad ya did.” Rebecca’s reply chipper and unnervingly friendly. “Momma and Mistress may say otherwise, but I know what I am by now. Some smartass in fifth grade got everyone calling me Joey Wheeler for it almost the whole year. I was real pissed when I looked up who that was. Socked em right in the beak!”

\tBecky contorted with a grunting snort. “God damn it. That woulda put shake up my nose.” She muttered.

\t“Muzzle full of shake isn’t nearly the worst option out there ya know. I remember dad gave me half of his Rubin once when I was like, five or six. I kept begging him for it. Took one bite. Somehow in all the flailing and screeching I got ‘sauerkraut’ up my muzzle. Had to buy a neti pot just to get the gunk out!”

\t“Oh jeeze.” Becky winced

\tRebecca sighed and looked up at the ceiling wistfully “Yeah. Worst part is no place around here makes a decent one. Went from a deli on every corner to ‘maybe some popup in Kzoo won’t be absolute ass’. Ah well. A dream girl and a way out of that life is worth having to make due with shitty Arbies fare any day. Though the burgers here are way better.”

\tThe comment drew a small nod and smile from the calico waitress, and Rebecca nodded back politely.

\tIt was amazing how confident she was, at least in Becky’s eyes. It seemed so effortless and casual. You’d never guess this was a girl who liked to get tied up and pushed around and ‘other things’. Or maybe you would? “I donno” Becky sighed “I’m sorry. I know you said it’s ok but it really doesn’t feel ok. I mean we ‘bonded’ a bit over movies and I haven’t even asked you about that.”

\t“So what?” Rebecca snickered “I mean unless you were dying about talking movies too.”

\t“Yes! I mean, no. I donno. Honestly it’s all I can do to keep myself from worrying about acceptance letters from film schools. I tried to make sure my senior year would be light on homework so I could really bulk up my portfolio. Except I already sent out basically all of my apps so at this point it feels like I’m just wasting time.” A quick wave of the hand and a whimper followed Becky almost instantly. She slumped down, face half hidden behind the tall glass goblet and its small amount of remaining shake. “And there I go again. Talking about me.”

\tRebecca rolled her eyes and reached over to grab Becky by the forearm. “So talk! Talk!” It was a rather poor caricature of a Yiddish accent. The smile on Rebecca’s muzzle was genuine enough, though. “I’ll admit I donno the first thing about making films. I know the first thing about kink. Maybe even the second thing. But that’s not much better, I know. Still it’s not like being friends means everything has to be reciprocal, right? Haha, look at that. All that English cramming paying off already. I’m all verbose now! And, er, um… something?”

\t“Are you trying to make me laugh intentionally?” Becky snickered.

\t“Is it working?” Rebecca chuckled back.

\tA few more deep breaths and Becky was able to lean back in the booth again. Her smile was forced, but not quite as forced as it had been moments ago. It made more sense in her head.

\t“Do you want me to grab a priest so you can confess or something? Maybe a nun to yell at you a bit? Would that make you feel less guilty about it?” Rebecca sighed as she leaned her head in her paws, and her elbows on either side of a now cleared plate.

\t“I’m Adventist.” Becky glibly noted.

\t“Ok so then whoever it is they confess to. Or however it works. Look I’m tryin here, girl. It’s ok. You do not in fact need to be upset with yourself for wanting to ask me shit. If I was gonna be offended I’d have told you to fuck off and hung up.”

\t“Yeah?” Becky whimpered softly “Well I guess that’s ok then. I mean it’s not ok. I’m still fucking up here. But if you say I should just open up about it then I will.” She paused a long moment, just staring at the little bit of whipped cream, melted ice cream, and single cherry remaining in her glass. She gazed at it for what felt like ages. Images of some old poster with a wizard going full ‘Heavy Metal’ while looking into a crystal ball flooded her head. Or maybe that was just something she was dreaming up at the moment. God, but she hated anxiety. “Fuck.” She sighed “Now that you said it’s ok I’m blanking on what I wanted to say.”

\t“You wanted to ask about kinky stuff. I’m guessing because that boy you were up in arms about is into it.” Rebecca chimed in

\t“Boy, yeah. Well to be clear he, they, Collin is gender fluid now. That’s kind of a thing where he, she, they, let’s go with he. Collin is sometimes in ‘girl mode’. But it’s not a crossdressing kink thing. From what I am told. Unless he is in ‘boy mode’. When he is. Which is confusing. But yes. He’s into ‘stuff’. And it’s because of that bitch. But he does like it, so…”

\tA grey furred paw darted over with shocking speed. A small gathering of cheese fries were plucked fee and placed into the pitbull’s maw and chawed like chewing gum. Rebecca let the thought linger for a few long moments and then slumped herself down into the booth just a bit more. “Well, it’d help to know what ‘kind’ of stuff. I mean this stuff we’re talking about. There’s alot. Like, aloooot alot. I’m still learning most of it myself. Though I know what Momma and Mistress like. Lotsa hoods and humiliation and pegging. So much pegging.”

\t“O-okay!” the badger girl’s yelp drew a few looks as she ducked herself down further. She was blushing hard now. She could feel it. The tail groove for the booth wasn’t cutting it as the big bushy lump of flesh and fur wanted to wrap around her and let her hide. “The thing is I don’t know what they, he, likes. Not fully. I mean I think biker stuff is part of it. And dirty talk. I guess subbie stuff too, obviously. But like the biker thing. That’s obviously something I can play with, right? That’s something he probably likes. So I just figured maybe I could, or should, ya know” she slumped and sighed “Like the ‘biker’ thing.”

\t“Biker? Really? Like Momma?” Rebecca blinked

\t“Well more like Ms. B- Like the bitch” Becky grumbled. “That’s a kink thing though, right? I donno. Hoods? That already sounds like a lot. Is there some kinda book you have to read before you start doing all of this?”

\tA comforting paw slipped over Beck’s shoulder. She looked up to see Rebecca smiling nice and wide “Not a book. Tons of books. Way too many books” She chuckled. “Also, Tabs really isn’t that good at all this. You do realize that, right?”

\tBecky’s eyes raised slowly. She felt something small, warm and disgustingly petty beginning to stir in her. Some small spark of hope that she probably should have been more ashamed of. “What do you mean she doesn’t know?” The question cautious as a rogue on a pressure plate.

\tThere was no such compunction with the pittie. She tussed the other redhead’s curly copper mop and leaned back with a knowing smirk. “I mean she had to ask Momma about half the shit she did. She ‘liked’ that stuff. But she’s not like her. Plus Momma’s still learning herself. She’s a long way off from Mister Jack and Miss Allison.”

\t“Who?” Becky blinked

\t“Another of Momma’s road sisters and her hubby. I uh, I’ve been play partner with them a few times. They’re kinda like the wise old mentors at the munch. Except they aren’t really that old. Know more than just about everyone, though.”

\tJust like that the world seemed to deflate a bit. Becky took a few deep breaths as her brain ran hot processing it all in the background. She could almost feel the facts compiling. “So you’re saying it’s gotta go like some kind of apprenticeship thing? I have to seek out the ‘elders’ and get their approval before I do anything?”

\t“You don’t have to. Like I said, there’s books.” Rebecca said “I’m not good with all this stuff. I also know it might be a little scary to talk to a bunch of people about this kind of thing. But in the end I think the idea is to figure out what you like first. Especially if you’re the one on top. Momma and Mistress are the ones calling the shots for me after all. That’s how I learn. That said, I could talk to Momma. Maybe even see if the Munch would be ok for you. I mean, now that the creepy couple are on hiatus it’s probably the best time!”

\t“I don’t know what a munch is” Becky snickered “But I’m shocked you’d go anywhere with a legit ‘creepy couple’.”

\t“Well Miss Allison says they’re mostly harmless. Apparently the guy has going to the thing for ages. They both know more than anyone. But, I donno. Something about the Lockhart’s just feels kinda ‘off’.” Rebecca’s muzzle playfully wrinkled as she feigned a hint of revulsion.

\tBecky laughed, but only for a moment. Her eyes then narrowing ever so slightly. “Lockhart’s?” She muttered the word slowly

\t“Yup! Bear and a mouse. Always felt like they were taking the jokes just a bit too far. The wife especially. The guy, though. Rick or Reeve or something. It was just something. A look in his eye…”

\t“And you said they were on hiatus?” Becky questioned cautiously

\t“Almost a whole year now.” Rebecca nodded “Heck they might not show up again for all I know. Apparently they had a baby. I mean, I know I’m joking about them being ‘creepy’ but they seemed really stoked so I’m happy for them. Not that I’d ever want kids but having em is a huge deal.  But if you’re worried, I doubt they’ll show up until they can feel comfy leaving their new kid with a sitter that long. Truth is you might not even meet them!”

\t“A bear, and a mouse. With a near one-year-old.” Becky loosed a grunting sigh of frustration and let her head slump into her paws. “Rebecca… how do you end up knowing ‘everyone’ I do?”

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