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Lorraine. The wolf that woke her up, the woman that broke her, the bitch that betrayed her, stood before Helga in open arms, smiling like they were old friends. Her knuckles tightened, only for Helga to find them sweaty. Her breath hastened, only for it to come out choppy in distress. She felt the blush hit her face, overwhelming the wrath she felt at the site of the person she had loved so long ago.

The person she still loved despite every reason against it.

She aged well. At a glance, one couldn't tell the wolf was nearing her fifties. There were a few strands of grey in her blonde hair, and Helga noticed some crow's feet wrinkles at the edge of her beautiful blue eyes. The swine mentally slapped herself. They were just blue, there was nothing beautiful about them.

"So," Lorraine broke the tension, or just Helga's tension, "What brings you to San Francisco?"

Helga waved her hand across the fairgrounds, "Nothing," she answered, sarcasm being the only thing her anger could seep out in. Lorraine didn't seem to notice it, smiling as she softly hit her forehead, "Right, right. Seems pretty obvious, doesn't it?" a clawed finger pointed to Amethyst, already deep in conversation with the rat gimp next to her, "Is she yours? I mean, it's obvious with the tag around her collar and," she peeked over to the vole's backside, "is that your name as a tramp stamp?" she grinned, the hog's heart pounded in her ears at the site of those fangs, that lovely smile that she had tried to forget.

Helga nodded, Lorraine's giggle made her sweat, "Oh Helga, I never imagined you'd be holding someone's leash. You must be a lovely dom if your pet inked your name onto her."

She blushed. The hog knew, or at least believed, she was a good dominant. It should have meant nothing coming from the wolf, not after everything that happened. But it did mean something, and that something twisted Helga's emotions into a tornado of fury and joy, all coming out in confused stutters with a dry tongue.

The wolf stepped in. She was always taller than Helga, one of the few people whose size actually made her feel small, and the heels added an extra inch or two on top of that. Smiling, her hands clasped behind her back, she asked, "Aren't you going to introduce me? It has been a while after all."

Her head nodded before she processed the request. The hog's feet moving as Helga's mind screamed at her to tell Lorraine to just fuck off. It was smart, it remembered the promise she made to herself about the wolf. But Helga's heart, despite so many years of failure and short relationships, was still dumb.

Helga put her hand on her vole's hooded head, turning her pet to the wolf, "Amethyst," she extended her arm to the Lorraine, "This is Lorraine. Lorraine, this is Amethyst, my slave."

The wolf smirked as Amethyst bowed her head, "Oh, so formal. I bet Helga has spent a lot of time training you, hasn't she?"

She frowned when Amy nodded, "Do you not allow her to speak?" she asked Helga.

"No," Helga smiled softly as she patted Amethyst's head, "she's just shy at the worst times. You should hear her in the bedroom."

She laughed. Laughed like they were still good friends, like their falling out nearly two decades didn't end on such a sour note. Helga didn't laugh. She smiled and tried, but all that came out was a pale imitation of what laughter sounded like. Her heart was dumb, but her brain couldn't forget.

"Mistress," the rat stepped in. The older porcine women took a brief moment to observe Lorraine's submissive. The rope harness stuck to her body well, like professional pictures Helga had seen online. They were tight enough to make her full breasts stand out, letting everyone see the silver barbell piercings through her nipples. The metal cage around her dick was locked by a Prince Albert piercing, which gave Helga flashes of ideas that she put away for later. Tribal tattoos wrapped around her waist like a belt and her rat-tail had its own piercing at the end. Helga couldn't see past the hood, only able to note the brown eyes and the nose ring in the snout hole, but she imagined that the girl had her head shaved. Like when Helga was hooded for Lorraine.

She felt sorry for the herm. She couldn't be much older than Amethyst, and she had the displeasure of calling Lorraine 'Mistress'. Helga wanted to tell her to run, to tell her that Lorraine isn't worthy of that title. But it wasn't her responsibility to help young people, at least those she didn't know.

"Hmm?" Lorraine asked, snapping her finger. The rat walked over, heels clicking against the cement before she bowed at the wolf's feet, "Yes? What is it, bitch?"

"I don't mean to interrupt your reunion, but at this rate, you're going to be late for the show."

"The show?" she asked, before realization hit her as she hit herself, "Oh right, the show. Gah, I completely forgot," she pulled the rat in by her leash and laid a soft kiss onto her lips, "Thank you, love. I usually have a much better head of these things. Actually," she turned to Helga, ears perked and tail wagging rapidly, "Would you like to come and watch? My slave and I are entering a little competition and, being the little exhibitionist slut she is," she teased, making the rat moan with the twist of her nipples, "the bigger the crowd, the more fun. Interested?"

"Yes," Amethyst said before Helga could decline.

Helga turned to her vole. Her gaze meeting pouting indigo eyes that the pig had seen time and time again, yet still had a problem saying no to outside of play. She sighed, if Amethyst wanted to see it then Helga could stomach a little bit more. She nodded to Lorraine, "Where is it?"

After a few simple instructions, Helga waved the two off. She exhaled when they were out of sight, letting the shock from her encounter wash away like the rain into the gutters.

"Are you ok, Mama?" Amethyst asked, observant as always.

She brushed across her sub's masked face, "Mama is fine. Just, didn't expect to meet her here."

"Do you not want to see it? I'm sorry I asked out of turn, it's just that I saw those tattoos on the rat and I had my suspicions of who it was. I couldn't believe my ears when she spoke-"

She silenced her sub with a finger, "Shh," she whispered, "I don't need your explanation, I'll punish you later. Don't worry though, we'll see the show. Was bound to see one anyway."

Her vole's smile warmed her aching heart. Helga pulled her in and wrapped her arms around, more to comfort herself than Amethyst. She just needed someone real right now, someone she knew cared about her. An anchor to keep her from sinking.

"I can't believe your friend is the Mistress of Jenny Rose."

"Who?"

"Jenny Rose," she said again as if Helga knew who that was, "You know, the pornstar?"

Helga let go, "Do I look like the kind of person who keeps track of pornstars?"

The bound vole shrugged, "I mean, you have a lot of homemade videos."

"Yeah, because I don't like watching failed actresses fake their orgasms. Who's Jenny Rose?"

Amethyst's eyes darted away from Helga. Helga smiled, betting that her vole was blushing behind her hood as she said, "She's a...well she's..." she muttered. Helga Grabbed the vole's chin and made her look into her green eyes, "Amelia, tell me."

"She's my first crush!" she squealed, trying to bury herself into Helga's chest, "Her videos got me into BDSM in the first place is all."

"Oh? I thought you were into more butch girls?"

"I mean...I was only fourteen when I got into BDSM. And you know how straight people have their one gay excuse?"

Helga shrugged, "Not really, but ok."

A pause passed between them, filled only by the murmurs of the fair in the background. Amethyst turned to the direction of the show Lorraine and Jenny were partaking in, "So, we should probably get going, shouldn't we, Mama?"

Helga, against her better judgment, nodded, "Yeah, don't want to miss it."

"Can I have my arms free? They're getting kind of cramped."

"Yeah," Helga said as she pulled the vole in and started undoing the sleeves, "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"Meeting your first crush has a way of making you forgetful."

Helga chuckled, "You don't say?"

***

The show was a flogging competition. One sub, covered in an array of metal and wooden clips, stood against a post, supported by the ropes tying them. Reading the rules on a nifty little pamphlet they handed out, Helga discovered that the objective was to knock as many clips off the sub as possible in two minutes. Submissives were volunteers, and each was assigned at random so that any dominant that brought their sub into the display would be flogging a stranger.

"This is stupid," she muttered to herself. The event was fun, hilarious actually. But seeing Lorraine again put Helga into a bitter mood that Amethyst kept trying to remove by leaning into her.

"I think it looks fun, Mama," she smiled, finger through her dominant's hair, "Maybe I should sign up to be flogged."

She snorted, "And let someone I don't know touch my possession? I don't let people touch my bike, why would I share you?"

Her vole nestled against her tattooed arm, "Well, you could sign up. I'm sure you could win."

She shrugged, "Maybe, but why flog for them when I could just flog you?"

Amethyst giggled as their little back and forth put Helga at ease. The two watched several acts perform, from a small mouse flogging clips stacked on a horsecock to a rhino nipping off a few from a rabbit. Some used one flogger, others used two to get some florentine flogging going. Most knew what they were doing, which made some sense to Helga. How many newbies went to a BDSM festival not knowing how to flog?

Then Lorraine took the stage. Her knuckles whitened as she watched the wolf walk around with her red leather flogger, eyes beaming hatred as she strutted as though nothing happened. How dare she talk to her like they were friends? After what happened, Lorraine should have run at the first sight of the hog.

A chubby pig girl was tied to the post, head shaved and covered in tattoos. Helga bit her lip as they attached clip after clip to the younger hog, feeling her own nips tingle as they clipped against the bound pig's.

Of course, you get a pig.

Helga had a good look at Lorraine's ass while she waited, twirling the flogger in her right hand. Still shapely after all these years, did she do yoga? She shook her head, now wasn't the time to be fantasizing about Lorraine.

The buzzer sounded off. Lorraine's struck horizontal first, swiping her flogger across the piggy's bare breasts and knocking two clips off. Helga felt her heart bump against her as Lorraine did a vertical strike from below, knocking more clips off from the bottom. Each strike, each clap of impact, and every moan from the pig girl felt too familiar. She peeled some of her lip away with her teeth, nervous ticks abound as Lorraine struck and struck the pig girl.

She hit the nipples, letting the pig give a drawn out moan that turned into a squeal at the next strike. Helga's breaths became ragged, her palms sweaty with Amethyst's leash in her hands.

"Mama," Amethyst pulled the hog's hand to her chest, "Is something wrong?"

Without a warning, Helga picked her sub up and laid her across her shoulders like a fresh kill. Amethyst gasped in surprise but soon giggled as Helga pushed her way through the crowds. That doppelganger of a pig on stage with Lorraine brought too many emotions, each bubbling at the service. Rage, sorrow, regret, and the worst, arousal.

She found a little alleyway with a dumpster big enough to block any onlookers at first glance. Helga put Amethyst down behind it, then grabbed her hooded head and forced her on her knees.

"Not the most romantic spot,"

Helga slapped her vole, "Shut up, slut," she ordered, pulling down her pants while her gimp watched on in silence. The vole licked her lips at Helga's dripping pussy, breathing in the musk that came when Helga's panties dropped.

"Do your job, cunt."

Her gimp's hardworking tongue knew just where the pig's weak spots were, added by her free hands to finger and tease areas where her tongue didn't touch. Helga didn't need to hold her sub's head there, forcing her to rely on one arm against the wall for balance. She wanted it there, wanted it to remind her little cuntlicker who was in charge. Amethyst wasn't the one that needed to be reminded today.

"That's it, eat your Mama out you vermin," she growled, grip tightening against the scalp, "Show me, ah...show me how you earned the right to speak out of turn."

Back against the wall, Helga grit her teeth as memories flooded in. She closed her eyes, letting visions of Lorraine flood her gaze. The wolf she called Mistress, staring back down at her with deep blue eyes, one clawed hand holding the leash while the other spread her pussy.

Helga's free hand gripped the dumpster for support as her legs weakened. She trained her bitch almost religiously to worship her cunt, to the point where she could make the pig orgasm in less than twenty minutes if she wanted.

That's a good sow. Her mouth lolled at Lorraine's favorite insult. Whether they were in private at the foot of her bed, in public close enough for other bikers to snicker at her humiliation, or even in an alleyway out back, on her knees with Lorraine's back to the wall.

The hog stifled a whimper, trying to hold her dominant aura as much as she could. She wondered how often Lorraine had to hold back whenever she pleasured her. Back when Helga was young and eager to please. When she didn't know the ins and outs she had taught her slave now.

She pushed the gimp in deeper. Helga tried so hard to make Lorraine happy. She serviced day and night as her personal sow, cleaning her home and giving her pleasure in the hopes that she'd stay during the weekend or take Helga across the country with her. She debased herself, wearing that hood every day in the wolf's apartment because she thought it made her happy.

Always at Helga's expense. Her grip tightened. It was always to make Lorraine smile. Whether she ate her out in public bathrooms, or let someone fuck her in the ass just to see the wolf grin. All those strangers she blew to get them nice and ready at Lorraine's demand. All the lovers she fucked in front of Helga, with squeals higher than the pig's tongue could give.

Her throat parched at those memories. So many times she'd pleased the wolf, all for it to end in betrayal. Helga grit her teeth, pushing the gimp deeper, "You fucking bitch," she grunted to her memory of Lorraine, "I did so much, and this is how you repay me?"

Something smacked her ass, but Helga ignored it. She ignored so much under the wolf's collar. Quietly fingering herself whenever Lorraine fucked someone else, even when she was in the room. Always holding in her orgasm, stifling her cries because her Mistress wanted her quiet. A quiet sow meant a happy wolf.

"You think I'm some worthless little sow to be thrown away," she grunted under her breath, "Then you fucking talk to me like nothing's happened. Where do you-"

A harder slap followed. Helga broke from her thoughts and looked behind her, seeing Amethyst hitting her bare bottom in protest. She let go, heart pounding at her vole's gasps for air.

"I said pineapple like five times!" she coughed, "Didn't you hear me?"

Helga mentally cursed as she stepped away from the wall, kneeling down to her sub face to face, "Sorry, sorry, are you ok?" dread ever present on her face. How long did she hold her down there? How long didn't matter if she couldn't hear the safeword. But Helga was the one holding her sub too deep to hear it.

She was the one who failed.

Amethyst's hooded face did not return the smile, "Can you help me up? I think my leg is asleep."

She pulled her sub up, checking to see if her knees were ok. Judging by the pebbles sticking to her fur, Helga guessed that the alleyway wasn't the best place for emergency public play, "Are you ok?" she asked, with concern in her tone as she held her lover.

"I'm fine Mama, just had a cramp is all. Next time we try an alleyway I should probably be wearing pants."

The pig snorted, of course that's what Amethyst was concerned about. Helga was more concerned that she lost herself in her memories too much to even notice her sub's plea. That never happened. Maybe they should just leave, come back tomorrow where she's less likely to see Lorraine.

"Hold this," she handed Amethyst the backpack.

"So...I could probably take the sweat pants out of this and we could go back at it."

"No, not here," Helga said, pulling her pants up, "I got too excited."

The vole chuckled, "Nothing wrong with that, Mama."

Helga's stern furrowed brow disagreed, "If I lose control, it puts you in danger. Can't have that." She looked back out to the crowd, giving a thankful sigh at no one turned heads in their direction. Walking around in an S&M festival was one thing, but Helga wasn't entirely sure if they could just publicly fuck like that. And if they could, would she want to? Half the fun of public play was the risk of getting caught, no matter how low she made that risk whenever the hog planned for it.

"You hungry?" she pulled out her phone, "It's about that time."

"I could eat. Wanna invite your friend?"

The grip around her phone tightened for a second, "No, I'm sure she's busy with that little competition of hers. Wouldn't want to distract her," she lied. Her past didn't need to concern her present, at least that's what she believed, "Maybe we could try Chinatown? I'm sure they got some great food."

Amethyst hugged her Mistress's muscular arm, "I'll be happy with whatever, Mama," she smiled, the mask hiding so much yet so little of her joy. Helga's lips curled, wrapping her hand around the leash and pulling her gimp in for a kiss. "Then you should save some room for later," she said with a soft little tap on Amethyst's pink nose, "Mama's pussy still needs your tongue."

Heading out of the fair turned out to be more difficult than the two anticipated. Partially because of how crowded the fair was, but mostly because they kept stopping to look at acts or shows, or to even pose for a few pictures. There were almost home free until she heard her again.

"Leaving already, Helga?" Lorraine asked, her gimp rat in tow behind her as the wolf sauntered over to Helga and Amethyst, swaying her hips like a runway model. The pig cursed at herself for even making the comparison.

"Y-yeah," she stuttered, scratching her head, "It's only the first day, and we're both a little tired. We figured we'd get lunch and then look around town some more. The fair isn't going anywhere so we can see more tomorrow."

"Truth be told, you've kind of already seen most of it," the wolf shrugged, "Not that it's bad, but the shock and joy sort of goes away when you get used to it. Hell, this fair is practically my every day with my line of work."

Helga quirked a brow, "You're line of work?" she asked, more politely than she meant. Given Lorraine's last job when Helga knew her, she didn't expect much.

The wolf grinned across her maw, sending flush to the hog's cheeks, "I'm an agent for pornstars," she pulled the rat closer, "My little slut here is my biggest earner, though you wouldn't guess it if you've seen any of her work."

The rat, Jenny if Helga recalled, nodded, "My Mistress is too kind. I'm just a good liar behind a camera."

"Oh, don't sell yourself short," Lorraine groped her rat's ass, "You're a very good dom when the situation calls for it," her other hand reached for the caged cock, "But deep down, you're just a dirty little rat that needs to be punished, aren't you?" The rat nodded, her tongue flopping out with short breaths as her mistress toyed and teased her cage.

Helga coughed.

"Oh, right," Lorraine let go of her pet, "Sorry, that little contest back there got me a bit too excited. I'm sure you understand."

She nodded back, "Yeah, sure. Well, I'm sure we'll see you all tomorrow if that's ok."

"Why don't we plan on it?" Lorraine stepped closer, "Trust me, Helga, the rest of the festival isn't as exciting. Why don't you and your," she patted Amethyst's cheeks, "cute little sub come down to my house? We're a short walk away from the beach."

It took a lot of willpower to not grab Lorraine's arm when she reached for Amethyst. Helga knew the wolf wouldn't do anything to hurt her, that wasn't the kind of pain she caused. It didn't shut down her protective instincts in the slightest.

"We've love to," she lied, "but we didn't bring any swimwear."

Lorraine didn't take the hint, "Oh I'm sure I have something for both of you."

"I..." Helga's eyes caught a glimpse of Amethyst looking at her. Big, pouty, indigo eyes staring right into her soul. She didn't speak out of turn, not this time, and Helga was proud of that. She sighed, this adventure was more for Amethyst than herself anyway. One day at the beach together couldn't hurt.

"We'd be delighted." she lied through her teeth, "See you around noon?"