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Helga double checked the address on her phone, "This can't be right."

The pig woman liked to think she made a decent living. Sure, drywall wasn't the most lucrative career, but it paid her bills well enough and gave her income to support both her biking hobby and her little private dungeon. That usually made her content, all the more ever since she met Amethyst and got to use her dungeon more than once a month.

Maybe it was the fact that Lorraine lived in it, but the two-story modern style beachfront property made her feel a tad overshadowed.

"Looks like it, Mama," Amethyst said, lifting up her sunglasses to get a clearer view, "I knew Jenny Rose made money, but I didn't know she made her this much."

It's probably not her only income, Helga thought as she drove the rental jeep down the long pebblestone driveway. Knowing Lorraine, the wolf must have a less than legal money stream filling her accounts. Helga mentally slapped herself. This wasn't the past and Helga wasn't the same stupidly romantic girl she used to be. The wolf probably changed too. Hopefully.

She grabbed her sub's day collar as she parked, "I know we're just going to have a fun day at the beach, but I want to lay out some ground rules." she raised a finger, "Number one, don't wander too far off. You don't need to be super close to me, just make sure you can see me so if I call for you, you can find me." she raised another, "Number two, don't go out too deep. Yes, I know you can swim, and yes I know feral shark attacks are stupidly low, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to worry." a third finger stood, "Finally, if you're going to leave my sight, tell me where you're going. And don't go alone. I'll happily come with you if need be. Understand?"

Amethyst looked on in visible confusion, "You know I'm not a child."

Helga pulled her in closer, "No, you're my bitch. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mama," she answered dryly. Helga wanted to give her a nice slap for that, but she wasn't sure if she could hold it back given anxiety over Lorraine right now. She sighed and let go, leaving their red jeep with nothing but a backpack and the clothes they wore. Helga didn't change anything from her walk around the fair yesterday, minus the bandana anyway. She enjoyed the "Your Daughter calls me Mommy too," shirt too much to just wear it for one day, much to Amethyst's embarrassment. Her vole dressed more sensible than their fair walk, though the bar wasn't very high. She wore a yellow sleeveless t-shirt that she rolled up to show her waist, along with cyan hotpants that gave her legs room to breathe down to the black flip flops. Helga smirked as she read her name off of the vole's tramp stamp while they headed to the door. Best $150 she'd ever spent.

She breathed in the ocean air after ringing the doorbell, taking note of the salt stinging her snout and the annoying caws of seagulls. Despite her cross country adventures in her gang, Helga never took the time to actually see any of the oceans, preferring to stay in the middle of the country. Helga didn't regret not seeing it sooner, it probably wouldn't have mattered much anyway.

Jenny Rose answered the door, naked. The two, despite their own debauchery, averted their eyes on reflex as the rat stood before them, naked except for her slave collar and the chastity cage around her cock. After adjusting, Helga noted that the rat didn't carry the mohawk like in the videos her slave showed her, instead, she had a buzzcut.

The familiarity was not pleasant.

"I apologize," she said, bowing before the two of them, "I only wear clothing when in a shoot or out in public. Master and Mistress Reese prefer their toys naked or in bondage gear when possible."

Master? Helga pondered on that thought before peering over to Amethyst, who had a nice blush across her cheeks, "Is Lorraine home?" the pig asked.

"Mistress Reese is waiting for you on the back porch. Shall I take you to her?"

"By all means," the swine waved her hand, "show us the way."

The modern aesthetic of the outside stayed with them as the rat led them through Lorraine's home. Wide spaces with black leather furniture dotted about, a few odd shapely sculptures that Helga assumed had to be considered art by people with too much money. Five hooded lights hung from the kitchen ceiling over a marble white countertop, with black wooden chairs lined up against it.

A big step up from the wolf's three-room apartment in Ohio.

Jenny held open a glass door as they proceeded to walk onto the porch. Helga's eyes widened at the view. Long ocean waves rolled in the distance, with hundreds of feet of sand sitting between them and it. She could see specs of people in the distance, beachgoers already enjoying their time in the sun.

She saw Lorraine, lying comfortably in a pool chair in front of them. An ebook reader in one hand and an almost empty lemonade in the other that she sipped through a straw. A wide sunhat blotted out the sun from her gaze and letting its rays shine upon a blue swimsuit. The top an off the shoulder 'ruffle top' style, with a loose drape that ran across her bust and both arms, hanging low enough to obscure her breasts and biceps from view, with the shadows of the ruffles dancing across her belly cast an alluring hint of what one might be able to see from below. Helga found her throat suddenly parched at the display.

She looked up, her gaze hitting both of them before shifting to Helga's. The swine woman looked away as a smile formed on the wolf's lips, pretending to focus on the view rather than let Lorraine's vision lock onto hers.

"Helga!" she cheered, putting her ereader down before walking towards them. Her tail waged as she swayed her hips ever so subtly, "I was wondering when you'd show. How was," her eyes widened when she peered over to see Jenny standing behind them, "Oh," she turned back to Helga, light blush present on her cheeks, "Oh I'm so sorry, I should have warned you about Jenny's exhibitionist streak," she slapped her forehead, "Should have told her to wear clothes today. Silly me."

"It's fine," Helga said, pointing her thumb to Amethyst, "You should see my bitch at home," she pulled her vole into her arm, running a hand through her green sidecut, "she just loves wearing her gimp mask. If my neighbors were any closer they might think I'm being robbed."

Amethyst blushed. Helga's grip around her tightened as both older women laughed. Not enough to hurt her pet, but enough to hold her close for safety. Helga's safety.

"Oh, I'd love to see that. I'm sure you have pictures, if you don't mind sharing, oh," she snapped her fingers, "Slave."

The rat came up and kneeled down to Lorraine, "Yes, Mistress?"

The wolf pointed to her guests, "Would either of you like anything? Water, lemonade," her eyes squinted when she turned to Amethyst, "you're over twenty-one right?"

She nodded, "Oh good," Lorraine said, "Beer maybe?"

"We're good," Helga said, "I'm sure we can pack a cooler for the beach."

"Right, right," she jiggled her drink, letting the ice break down little by little before handing it to Jenny, "Please refill this. I'm sure our guests and I would love to catch up,"

"Actually," Helga interrupted, "I figured we could do that at the beach, wouldn't want to hold that up."

If she blinked, Helga would have missed the disappointment across the wolf's face. The smile that replaced it didn't make her feel any better.

"Oh," Lorraine blinked, "Fair enough. Slave, show them to the guest room where I left their swimsuits, and prepare the cooler."

The rat bowed her head, "At once, Mistress." She turned to the pig and vole, "If you'll follow me."

The rest of the house wasn't exactly big. Helga surmised that the wide spaces made it seem bigger than she originally thought. After walking up a flight of stairs that looked bolted to the wall rather than have a railing, the pair found themselves in a guest room with a queen-sized bed. Two swimsuits were laid out against the teal sheets, a navy blue one-piece swimsuit in Amethyst's size, and a two-piece black swimsuit in Helga's.

"Does...does she think I'm a child?" Amethyst said, picking up the swimsuit in frustration, "I mean, she's seen me naked."

"What's wrong with it?"

"I just...I don't know," she fell butt-first to the bet in a huff, "I didn't expect my first time at a beach to be in a one-piece like a little kid."

"They make one-pieces for adults."

"Then why don't you have one?"

Why indeed?_ _ Helga already had an idea why Lorraine picked out the two-piece. Upon picking it up, the pig found the top to be smaller than she'd expected. More of a triangle covering for her nipples than a full breasted top, like the kind she'd seen on swimsuit models. The bottoms weren't much better, being more akin to lingerie than swimwear.

She inhaled. Helga had worn worse but on her terms. It was obvious now that Lorraine planned on trying something. She peered back to her vole, sitting on the bed with her arms crossed and sulking.

"She's probably worried about kids seeing your tramp stamp." Helga shrugged. She had her worries, but she wasn't going to let them stop Amethyst from enjoying the beach.

"Why? You have tattoos."

Helga bopped her pet's nose, "None of my tats say who I'm fucking. Now stop whining, we still have plenty of days left, so if you want an exposing suit we can go shopping later."

A thought occurred to the pig as they stripped down to their flesh, eyes focusing on Amethyst's collar and chastity belt. Helga knew that Tom waterproofed all his gear when he sold it, so as long as her vole didn't constantly soak it in the sea for hours it should be fine. The belt, however, she bought online. And the pig couldn't remember if it was waterproof.

"Spread your legs," she ordered, pulling the key over her neck. Amethyst smiled, "Yes Mama," she said while putting her hands on the bed and following suit, "You gonna spank me for my misbehavior?"

Helga smiled, "Later, but right now I need to take your belt off."

"Oh?" the vole licked her lips, "What's the occasion? Gonna stick a bullet vibrator in me?"

"No," the porcine woman rolled her eyes, "I don't know if it's waterproof and I'm not taking the chance."

"Oh..." Amethyst's smile faded with the realization, "Right...that makes sense."

With a turn of the key, Amethyst's belt fell from her crotch. Helga smiled, grabbing her vole's hair and pulling her back, "Though, I'm more than willing to toy with you a bit afterward," her hand slapped down on the vole's ass, groping it tight, "Might need to gag you tonight so we don't get a noise complaint filed on us."

Amethyst's aroused giggling brought a smile to Helga's face, "I can't wait, Mama."

***

Lorraine hadn't lost her edge. Helga figured that was the case when she saw Jenny struggle with the cooler. She offered to take it off the rat's hands and let her take the lead on directing the four of them to the beach instead. Amethyst walked on with the pornstar, either to gush about being a fan or to ask if the cage the herm had locked behind her swimsuit was waterproof. The wolf walked behind them, taking a phone call just out of Helga's ear reach.

She felt Lorraine's predatory gaze on her ass the entire trip down to the beach. No stranger to stares, Helga usually flaunted, smirked back, or scowled depending on who gave her the eye. She did make a habit of being more than fit for her age, so she expected it. Lorraine's gaze was different. No, it had the same intentions as so many others, but it was the only one that flared the pig's anxiety. She thought about talking to Amethyst and Jenny to keep her mind off it, but the two seemed so deep in their conversation that Helga didn't want to interrupt.

So she suffered in silence, fear, and frustration at the edge of her skin.

The beach was devoid of life when they arrived, to Helga's surprise. She saw a few beachgoers wandering around, suntanning, or enjoying the waves, but too few and far between to really bother anyone.

"Thank you, Jenny," Lorraine asked after her sub set up her beach chair and the umbrella. The rat bowed, keeping her gaze away from Lorraine's eyes as she listened for instruction. Helga meanwhile set out her and Amethyst's towels for the sun, letting her sub take in the beach air for the first time. One look at the vole told Helga how excited she was, staring out into the ocean with a spark in her eye.

Helga smiled, "You don't have to wait for my permission you know,"

"Do you need me to-"

"Amy," Helga stepped up to her, finger to the vole's lips, "What are the three rules for today?"

Indigo eyes glazed over as the vole recollected what Helga told her in the car, "Don't wander too far off, don't go too deep, and if I'm going to leave your sight, tell you where I'm going?"

She nodded, "Very good," Helga said as she tilted the vole's face to face her, "Now where are you going?"

"The water, Mama."

"Good girl," she patted her sidecut, "have fun."

Lorraine's view didn't shift from her ereader, not that Helga could tell behind the sunglasses as she laid out against her beach towel. Taking a deep breath, the pig woman ruffled through her bag for a bottle of sunscreen. One of the few times Helga regretted her luck in the genetic lottery for being a pig instead of a boar was whenever she found herself needing to go out and buy sunblock. Always expensive since most people have fur for the sun.

"You've got a lovely little."

"Little?"

Lorraine motioned to Amethyst, "A little. What with how she calls you Mama I figured that was the case. How does that work by the way? Does she have a diaper or something?"

"What?" Helga looked back at her sub, "No, no, it's nothing like that. I just like it over Mistress or, heaven forbid, Goddess."

She laughed, "Ladies that call themselves Goddess are desperate for attention. I should know, Jenny was considering the title when I first met her."

Helga spurted out some of the white protective liquid, "I see," she said, rubbing it against her arms, "So, pornstar agent. How the hell did that happen?"

"Met a few stars in rehab. Poor things, not everyone in the business is a sleazeball but there's enough to hurt people. I started collecting," she giggled, "a little 'harem' as it were out of it."

"You went to rehab?"

"A lot can happen in nineteen years," the wolf sifted through the cooler, picking out a beer can and tossing it to Helga, "Though I've put a lot behind me, I'd rather not bring it up if that's ok."

The less we talk about the past, the better.

"Sure," Helga said, forcing a smile as she put the beer down and lathered her legs, "So, how'd you turn, 'almost goddess' Rose into your bitch?"

A lovely little grin formed across her maw, enough to have Helga look back at her legs while covering them in sunscreen, "She approached me at a shoot. Apparently she just fired her agent for failing to get her a decent gig and asked if I had openings. You should have seen her, all scowls and arrogance like she expected the world to kiss her feet. I figured that was her camera persona, but she just didn't let it drop. She had talent though, so I took her in. The poor thing kept trying to out alpha me whenever she could. Apparently my reluctance to even recognize it frustrated her so much that she almost lost focus on the set."

"What happened?"

Lorraine waved her hand, "Oh, you know actors. She let her ego get the best of her and during this one flogging scene, she was just not putting in any effort. I decided to show her how it was done, taking the spare flogger against the acting sub's backside. Helga, if you saw her face back then you wouldn't even believe it. Thankfully, her dick was hard enough for everyone to see!" she laughed, that soft light chuckle that made Helga feel all warm and fuzzy when she shouldn't.

"Guess you really showed her."

"Oh yes. She didn't want to admit it at first, but over time she kept demanding I show her the 'ropes' so to speak. After a while, I said sure, only if she submitted. We got together for our first night, and, well..." she pointed to the rat, currently throwing a beach ball with Amethyst, "here we are now."

"Uh huh," Helga said, reaching around to try for her back, "Well, you've always had a way with naive people."

"Do you need help?" Lorraine put her reader down, "I can get your back if you'd like."

"I'm sure I could just ask my sub to-"

"Oh please, let them have their fun."

She looked back at the pair of slaves, tossing that beachball and running through the ocean water like a couple of kids. Well, Amethyst was anyway. Jenny seemed more focused on keeping up with the vole. Either way, her pet was out there having fun. Helga sighed. Lorraine was being open, the least she could do is try. Tabitha said it best, she wasn't a runner anymore.

"Sure,"

Rolling onto her stomach, Helga closed her eyes as Lorraine started to rub the sunscreen over her back. Only one hand was cold, the one she drank with, but it wasn't why Helga had goosebumps flowing up and down her spine. She thought it had been nearly two decades since Lorraine last touched it, she didn't really keep track of specifics. Lorraine did, nineteen years since the two touched each other. Sixteen years since Helga felt these emotions, a desire she knew was wrong.

"I suppose you do more than yoga to get those muscles," Lorraine commented, "They look good on you."

"Thanks," Helga exhaled, "Built the habit when on the road. Had to toughen up,"

Lorraine took a seat on Helga's rump, "Sorry, just getting an easier grip." she said, laughing softly. The pig woman suspected a lie, but the beating in her chest didn't let her say no. "I see you added to your tattoos," she traced a finger across the stabbed skull on Helga's right arm, while her other hand undid the tie straps on Helga's top, "What's the significance of the sword and chains?"

"The chains were a reminder," Helga explained, "the sword was because I thought it was nice," she lied. She got the sword as a symbol of breaking away, cutting into the skull she got for Lorraine's attention. But Lorraine didn't need to know that, not if she was really trying to let things go.

"A reminder for what?"

"That I hold the chains now," Helga buried her blush into the towel, "It's just a confidence booster for when I was young. Nothing else."

"Oh? So, you're all dom now?"

The word 'yes' clawed at Helga's throat, forcing itself inside her. She didn't submit, not anymore and not to anyone. Lorraine's claw dragged alone Helga's broad shoulders, "Or have you just not found anyone that can really dom you?"

Helga clenched her teeth. Of course, this would happen, why did she expect something else? Lorraine leaned in, her full breasts lying against the hog's screen covered back as she whispered into her ear, "We could always test that theory. Maybe you could come to the party tomorrow we could experiment in the backroom while your little pet enjoys herself. I can always ask Jenny to play the dom for her."

Her hands gripped the towel, rage building as she tried to get up. Lorraine held both of Helga's arms. She wasn't strong enough to really hold her down, but she didn't need to be. The pig's own arousal towards her former lover, to her first and only Mistress, held her from fighting back, "Or maybe we could go back and try right now. I'm sure the girls wouldn't mind. Then we could skip the testing tomorrow and we could play in front of others, kinda like old times. Would you like that, Piggy?"

Tears formed at the final word. That little term of endearment Lorraine said whenever she wanted Helga to do something. To get her lovers ready, to get food from the store, to clean her out when her lovers finished, and even just cleaning up around the house. That one word that made Helga less than the lover she wanted to be to Lorraine. The word she lied to herself about again and again.

No more.

Helga arched herself, launching Lorraine off to the sand behind her, "You haven't changed," she growled, hand over her breasts as the top came down, "After all these years, you're still a manipulative bitch."

"Helga," Lorraine casually brushed the sand from her fur as she stood up, "I-"

"Shut up," Helga interrupted, grabbing Lorraine's neck and forcing those blue eyes into the emerald rage that burned in Helga's, "You approach me again and I'll do what I should have done the night you betrayed me. I don't care what you think you've done to give you this brazen overconfidence with me. I'm not your 'Piggy' and I'm not your personal sow, so you can fuck off." She let go. Lorraine reached for her neck, gasping for air as Helga walked off. The big didn't feel the burning sand hitting her feet, nor cared about the gazes of onlookers as they watched the almost topless pig stroll down to the water. Amethyst's own fear barely registered to the pig's mind as she grabbed her sub's hand.

"We're leaving."

"Mama, what are you-"

"Shut up," she gripped tighter, "we're leaving and that's final."

"But me and Jenny were going to get ice cream,"

"I'll get you some later, now come on."

Amethyst pulled away, "No. Not until you tell me what's wrong."

"There is nothing wrong," Helga growled, "I'm just done with this."

"Don't lie to me."

Helga's fingers dug into Amethyst's shoulder, each word a guttural growl as she said, "I'm not-"

Wide indigo eyes stared back at her. The pig's stomach twisted as she finally processed the fear in her sub's eyes, "Helga," she squeaked, "You're hurting me."

She let go. "Fine. Meet me at the jeep when right after you get your ice cream. We're leaving. That's an order."

Helga didn't wait for her response, deciding to just march off back to the house where her clothes were. Lorraine tried to say something, but Helga ignored her with a middle finger and trudged on past her. She wasn't going to put up with Lorraine's shit ever again. That pathetic little sow who did had died years ago, and Helga was going to keep her buried.

***

Ohio: 2001

She screamed louder with him, a fact Helga couldn't ignore. The hooded pig bowed her head in shame at the two lovers before her, holding back her tears while toying with herself to the sound of Lorraine's pleasured grunts. The wolf moaned softly whenever Helga pleasured her, from her fingers to her tongue.

She never screamed.

"Fuck me," she gasped, her claws digging into the lion's back, "Oh yes, f-fuck me,"

The lion obliged, thrusting himself harder into Lorraine's pussy. Helga watched on in silent rage, hushing her own moans as her fingers twisted her nipples and plunged into her pussy. She laid herself against the wall of their bedroom, on her own little mattress that had gotten less comfortable over the years. The pig girl exposed herself to the couple while they fucked. Helga didn't want to be seen like this, she didn't even want to be in the same room as them while they fucked. But Lorraine ordered her pet to stay, to play with herself like she did a room away whenever the wolf brought home another guest to fuck. Different men each time, no lasting connections. She said Helga was the only connection that mattered.

So why did she need to fuck others?

"Look at me," Lorraine said, not to Helga. Never to Helga. The pig peaked anyway, hoping for a fleeting chance that this time would be different. The wolf's claws held the lion's muzzle, forcing his gaze to hers, "Look at me while you fuck me, you bastard," she demanded in a mix of love and exhaustion. Tears formed as the pig watched her mistress fucked in missionary, loved in ways she wouldn't let her. She brushed them away, still fingering herself at the display like the pathetic little sow she was. Lorraine's sow.

"I'm close," he muttered. Lorraine wrapped her arms around his head and whispered something out of Helga's earshot. The pig closed her eyes, furiously fingering herself to the memories and images of Lorraine and her, alone in lover's embrace. Where she wasn't just some pet, or audience member for whoever the wolf brought home. She was so close, just a little more.

The lion roared over Lorraine as he came, plunging his cock to the hilt into her. She followed, whining in ecstasy as her toes curled while her legs stretched outward. Helga saw the content on her lover's face, that starry-eyed smile she used to believe was for her and her alone.

The wolf let out a drawn-out sigh as she laid her head back, "Fuuuuck," she slapped the lion across the head, "What the fuck happened to your 'pull out game' asshole?"

The lion just chuckled as he pulled his cock out, dripping with both of their juices, "What, you said it yourself, you're on the pill."

The wolf rolled her eyes, shifting herself to sit at the edge of the bed, "Doesn't mean I want a mess down there," she groaned. With a snap of her fingers, Helga stopped toying with herself and kneeled up straight, "Piggy, come here," she ordered. The hooded pig crawled on all fours to her mistress, head bowed in shame to hide her gaze from the lion's mocking brown eyes. Lorraine grabbed Helga's pet store collar and pulled her to her open pussy, freshly dripping with lion seed, "Clean me out, will you?"

Helga couldn't ignore the strong scent of the lion as she drove her tongue into Lorraine. She hated this. Hated his taste as she used her tongue like a shovel to empty her mistress's snatch. She tried to see it as a duty, helping make Lorraine hers again, but after so many times she knew that was a lie. Helga still toyed with herself while doing it, letting the lie give some pleasure.

"She's a kinky bitch," the lion chuckled. The sound of a lighter clicking filled her ears, "Got an ashtray?"

Lorraine patted the hooded pig, "She's preoccupied. Maybe after she cleans up your mess." her laughter shivered Helga, "Someone likes what they see."

"Well, not often I see a gimp cleaning my seed out of a beautiful woman. Though I'd love to see it more, maybe in another hole?"

"Oh, I don't do anal, but if you'd like," a clawed hand reached down to the pig's rump, "You can try hers. She loves helping down there, don't you, Piggy?"

Helga hated it. Not that she could tell Lorraine. Telling her would ruin her smile, a smile that the pig slept next to every night. She used to sleep with it, but as the months went by and the lovers increased, she had less and less room. Now she slept on the floor, watching the woman she loved get fucked, and sometimes having Helga prep them.

She nodded, her throat tight with a noose as she lied.

"Oh, well," the bed shifted as he got off. She felt the warm and moist tip of his rod pressing against her tailhole, "Don't mind if I do."

The hog didn't get to protest, not with Lorraine holding her at the pussy with both hands and her own toying with hers. She held in her squeals as his cock pressed into her, ignoring her shivers as the warm rod motioned in and out like it was welcomed. Rage built up in her, only to crash at the dam that was her desire for Lorraine. It always won out in the end, no matter how much she cried.

Helga didn't moan as she came. Years of toying with herself behind closed doors had made her a silent cummer, so much that Lorraine never even questioned it when they met. She continued to drink the leftover seed after she came, all while the lion railed into her ass. He roared at his orgasm, and Lorraine didn't shudder. She failed to make the wolf cum, the shame filling her like the lion seed in her ass.

"Finished already?" she said, patting Helga's head but focusing on the lion, much to the hog's dismay.

"Don't worry, I can go a few more rounds," He slapped her butt, "Maybe more, with this sow's ass."

Helga let her head rest against the floor as he pulled out. She wanted to be gone, far away from this place, yet she still wanted Lorraine. The wolf who hurt her, the wolf who betrayed her every night. The wolf she loved.

Tears hidden by her mask fell from her face. She peeked over to the wall clock, realizing that she needed to prep for work. Standing up as the two lovebirds rekindled their sex, Helga began to unbuckle her mask.

"Hey, sow," the lion called. She stopped in her stacks, fists clenched in front of her away from their gaze, "Can you get us some water? Need to stay hydrated."