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Amethyst felt like she could be doing more with her day off. The solitude was not unwanted, especially since her partners had their different work shifts. Usually they’d plan to coordinate their little vacations but her job had a ‘use-or-lose-it’ policy when it came to PTO hours, and Amethyst wasn’t going to lose a single day from disuse.

But what to fill that day with? She’d wanted to sleep in late but Helga had an early start to her day so Rebecca needed her to drive her to the community college campus. By the time she got back home the bed had been made and the urge to collapse was gone. Figuring she’d have lots of free time, she decided to finish her assignments instead of procrastinating until the last second. The fact that her paper was done in two hours and it wasn’t even noon yet bothered her more than it should. She spent another hour editing and revising before screaming, ‘fuck it’ and deciding it wouldn’t get any better.

She could study more, but this was a day off not a study day. Every day is a study day for when you’re in college, but not every day needs to be one. The vole realized that didn’t make sense, sighed, and tried playing something on her handheld for an hour. When that didn’t pan out anything of interest, she opted to binge some of the anime her best friend recommended to her. Most of them required a specific anime streaming site. Amethyst pirated what she could because she both didn’t have the budget for streaming sites with all the gear she bought, and because she might as well act more punk by not giving into corporate bullshit in supporting a monopoly. Or something like that. If she were honest with herself, she didn’t want to go through setting up an account for shows she wasn’t sure she’d like. Jewel’s tastes were…well she needed to look up the term fujoshi to better understand it. Given Amethyst’s type, she found the pretty boys much too pretty and much too boy.

So, by three in the afternoon, Amethyst slumped on the living room’s green couch with no idea what to do. She stared at the ceiling like it was a countdown clock, its numbers dropping each second as her momentary day of freedom was vanishing. She needed something fun. Something exciting.

Her phone buzzed. Amethyst didn’t grab it until the reminder ping, figuring it was a spam text or her mother. Her brow raised when she noticed it was from Helga. The second one followed when she opened its contents.

“Remember how you brought up free-use last night?” The text said, “Well, I had a rough day at work and could really use some fun. Open to it?”

Free-use had been a fantasy of hers. One of the many fantasies sprouted from early porn dives in her curious youth. “Isn’t you asking going against the idea of free use?” She texted back, adding a tongue out emoji for playful banter.

Helga didn’t add an emoji but the tone of her text suggested she was giving a half-frown on her end. “Consent is important. Look, do you want me to make use of your tongue right when I get home, or do you want to be smart about it?”

“Both?” Amethyst answered with a heart emoji.

“Brat,” Helga texted back, followed by a kiss emoji. Amethyst, knowing how much her mistress didn’t care for them, was tempted to send her an entire wall of emotes to elicit her excitement. She, wisely, decided to just add a heart atop the kiss.

The next twenty minutes were spent trying to relax, failing that, and then optimizing the best way to present herself when Helga arrived. She considered lying flat on the couch where her head was so perfectly sittable, lounging by the wall in the mudroom, or something completely out of character like pretending to read the newspaper with a smoking pipe in her mouth. Contemplating that solitude might have made her go a little crazy, so she also checked her outfit to see if she should change. The only thing she bothered wearing since waking up was a T-shirt and a baggy pair of stretch pants that prevented her from being considered indecent when dropping Rebecca off. Should she put on a pair of jeans? Get her bangles? Style her hair so it didn’t look like a green dyed mess of half-shaven bed head? These thoughts hit the ground like broken glass when she heard the tumbler of the front door turn.

The pig stepped into the living room with a look of perpetual exhaustion over her weathered face. Twice Amethyst’s age with light graying black hair to show it, she kicked her boots off and strolled over to the vole with the conviction of someone with no time to talk. Callused hands still wet with sweat grabbed her cheeks, pulling her in for a forceful kiss that had Amethyst buckling her knees. She clasped the pig’s arms for balance, feeling the comfort in the spongy but thick muscles running up the older woman’s arms.

“What’s the occasion?” Amethyst asked when Helga broke away. She lathered her lips to savor the pig’s taste. “It’s not every day you ask about making a fantasy of mine happen.”

Helga snorted, “Yes, it is. You’ve got thousands of them.” This was true but neither let it bother them. Helga was always happy to experiment, so long as she got what she wanted out of it. So far none of their ideas failed to mesh with one another.

Amethyst chuckled softly. “Sure, but what’s today’s occasion?” She asked, biting her lip when Helga held her chin by her thumb.

“Shit client,” Helga said, with another soft kiss. “Real bitch. Pretty though. Would not shut up and kept trying to butt in with my work.”

“Oh? Did she remind you of me?” Amethyst asked, flirtatiously fluttering her eyebrows.

“There was a similarity. But she was paying my bills so I couldn’t shut her up. You, however, are a freeloader who does nothing but talk my ear off.”

“That’s a harsh way to describe your girlfriend.”

“Or my bitch,” Helga grinned, “But we both know you love it.”

And that it wasn’t true. Amethyst often offered to help pay for things. Helga lamented with assisting in the grocery bill or in other luxuries, but never the mortgage.

She needed no direction to her knees but took it anyway just to feel the hard love of her mistress’s muscles guide her down. Jittering with excitement she watched Helga drop her pants and underwear, revealing the pussy she’d become closely acquainted with. Normally she shaved it down but the last week had been keeping her too busy with work for that kind of maintenance, leaving a fresh bush growing atop her mound. Amethyst, being the reason Helga shaved, was surprised to find she wasn’t put off at the sight of them this time. It reminded her of the first time she went down, the first time she felt the pig’s dominance command her soul.

“Quick gawking,” Helga chided, clutching a handful of green-dyed headfur to pull Amethyst in. Knowing how her mistress liked it, Amethyst started with soft kisses up the thigh, each one with a little nip to leave a mark on her tough skin. As she came up to the mound Amethyst laid her tongue out flat, like a pancake. She dragged it up from the bottom of her vulva, keeping her tongue as relaxed as possible to touch as much as she was able. The bush made it like licking velcro, a sign welcomed only thanks to the tight hold of her mistress’s fingers.

“That’s it,” Helga uttered with a shuddering sigh, “That’s a good mufflicker. Mommy needed this.” Amethyst held back her smile to focus. Helga didn’t often call herself a ‘mommy’ anymore, leaving that title in the hands of her partner when she wanted to be extra playful. It did bring back memories of their first months. The time where Amethyst outright demanded to be trained as some pussy-licking dyke because of fucked up fantasies, and Helga obliging with enough restraint not to abuse the vole’s enthusiasm. Some of her very first lessons involved locking her arms behind her to focus on just eating cunt. Even without restraints Amethyst held her hands behind her back, right above the tramp stamp that claimed who she belonged to. It helped her block out all distractions, even the taste and smell she enjoyed, to focus on being her mistress’s tool of pleasure.

Helga’s voice would skip when the vole’s tongue brushed against her clit. The first little chink in her presence of dominance. It was cute, vulnerable, and Amethyst wanted to abuse it. Not right away. No, first she built her rhythm, returning to the bottom as soon as she reached the top to do it all again. She could go slower, draw it out, but that was what Helga liked to do to her. What better way to tease a bitch in chastity than to edge her as long as possible? Helga had no such restraints and demanded no such teasing, but that did not mean Amy needed to rush. Though she did need to change it up, which was why on the fourth, or perhaps the fifth, time she reached the clip, Amethyst formed a small o-shape with her mouth and encapsulated the stuff pink button, gently suckling it.

“F-Fuck,” Helga hissed, gripping her little cunt diver tighter. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Not too hard.”

Amethyst would have pulled up to comment but that would mean she’d need to stop and she couldn’t do that. Not with Helga’s thighs quivering against her face and the pig’s breathing stiffening. That was the best part about eating someone out. Sure, sometimes she craved the flavor, but the reaction, the way the person quivered with bliss by her skill, made it all the better. It didn’t matter if she was wearing the collar or had Helga holding her down. It didn’t matter if they needed to ‘pretend’ it was forced for roleplay. All that mattered was her making her lover feel good. The pride that swelled with every moan and tight huff made her pussy moist. She wished her hands were actually bound instead of held by discipline. At least then she could strain against them rather than hold them steady over her own force of will.

Helga whistled. “Hey, eyes up.” Amy looked up to see the pig holding her phone out to take a picture. There was a quick snap before Amy registered what was happening, leaving the photo to be as natural as she could be between the pig’s thighs. “Perfect,” Helga said, grinning as she started typing with her thumb, “Where your mistress…no, not humiliating enough for her…where your goddess belongs. How’s that sound?” Her thighs closed in to lock Amethyst in place, a subtle sign that she wasn’t asking to ask. “Perfect. Rebecca’s gonna eat that up. You know, I never really cared about the whole dynamics thing that much before you decided you were a switch. It’s a whole spectrum of desires, no one’s really dom all the time unless they’ve got some serious issues. That being said, there’s just an extra kick in knowing that this loyal little cuntlicker of mine has her own pet worshipping her ass. Never thought I’d enjoy toppling a top so much but lo and behold.”

“Helps that she’s into it,” Amethyst said, her momentary reprieve met with a chuckle.

“Rebecca, or you?” the pig asked.

“Yes.”

“Smart ass. I’d slap you if the angle weren’t awkward.”

Amethyst raised her cheek, still dripping with saliva and juice from the pig’s folds, “This help?”

Helga laughed. “Fuck, you’re cute. But I didn’t say stop, bitch.”

Time lost its meaning. Amethyst cycled through her methods. There were other techniques, ones Helga taught her more to know rather than her liking it. Penetration, for instance, was not something the pig enjoyed. Amethyst found that ironic given her dildo collection, but Helga rarely ever used them on herself. No, she enjoyed stimulating her vulva. Sometimes her taint, and, if the position was right, her ass. Amy could give Helga a rimjob that’d best all the pig’s old lovers. She should, she’d asked specifically to be trained for that.

Her orgasm didn’t come all at once. Amy coaxed her through several climaxes, each one quiet in tone but loud in gestures. Her grip would tighten, her legs would shiver, her chest would hold itself before deflating with a long sigh of relief. By the third Helga let go, and by the fourth Amethyst was told to pull away. “Good girl,” Helga said, the praise washing over Amy like a warm shower after a long day. Something one of them needed more than the other.

“I’ll pick up Rebecca from campus,” Amethyst said, patting her mistress’s legs which must have felt like noodles then. “You take a moment to rest, then take a shower.”

“Ok, mom,” Helga teased, rolling her eyes. “You're not going to get a drink?” She asked, noticing Amethyst getting her boots on.

“Why?” Amethyst said, grinning, “Rebecca will want a taste.”

Her phone buzzed. The silent hammer slam of a text. Rebecca ignored it. She needed to focus. Just because she aced her last test didn’t mean she could slack on the next subject. Get good grades, graduate with some credits, transfer from community college to something with a little more support for a degree, then get a decent job. Her girlfriends helped her on this path, and she was damned if she wasn’t going to succeed.

But who else would have texted her? Her boss? Unlikely, she was working tonight anyway. Mrs. Davis? No, she usually booked Rebecca a week in advance for anything, from babysitting to a sadistic session with her husband. A spam? Probably, they always found her number. Her girlfriends? She hated that that was most likely, because it meant it was either something spicy, or something mundane.

It buzzed again. A reminder message. Her paw thumped the carpeted floor of the classroom. The pitbull focused forward, eyes on the subject on the board. It was blank, and had been for the last five minutes because her professor was rambling. Nice man, good in his field, but by god he loved to ramble. Sometimes taking up the entire class with personal anecdotes about his life. Fascinating stuff, just not relevant to anatomy.

A third buzz. Rebecca swore internally. If it was her girlfriends, it was either Helga or Amy, or the group chat. If it was Helga, it’d be something responsible like picking her up or a grocery list. If it were Amy, well, the vole had a dirty mind that, as much as Rebecca enjoyed, she didn’t need immediately. The group chat was just memes. Memes were safe.

A fourth buzz.

She picked up the phone. The notification read that it was Helga. Rebecca sighed with relief, swiping it open with the intent to answer the house matriarch's question.

An image filled the screen. Amethyst sat at the bottom of it, her indigo eyes looking up lazily whilst her barbell pierced tongue lapped along the folds of her Mistress. A strong hand gently held half the punk’s skull in place, gesturing her to focus at the camera staring her down. A single line of text ran over the picture.

Your mistress is where she belongs.

“Rebecca?” Her professor’s question stiffened the pitbull like thunder hammered just outside her door. All eyes fell on her. Ear cropped ears stood in alert to catch their whispers of her reddened face. The professor looked concerned. “Are you sick? You look like you’re burning up.”

“Nope!” Rebecca squeaked, forcing a smile as she, after putting a heart emoji over the picture, slammed the phone back down, screen facing the desk. “Nope. Please continue.”

By the end of class her notes were a transcript. Her only regret was that she had work directly after class. She could do nothing but curse that infernal chastity belt.

“Fuck,” she muttered when Amethyst arrived to pick her up. “They know me too well.”