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California: 2020

Helga's grip on the wheel tightened as Lorraine's house came into view. Several cars parked near the beach house, with furs dressed in leather and latex forming a line out front as the guests arrived. Some came alone, others showed up with one or two by a leash. She turned to Amethyst, wearing a leather top and bottom they bought from the fair this morning, combined with the voles black thigh-high boots, and the collar whose D-ring she kept fingering.

"I really don't like this plan." Helga said, her fingers tapping against the wheel, "We could always go back to the fair."

Amethyst rested a hand on the pig's lap, "It'll be fine, Mama," she leaned into Helga, "And we need to do this."

"Do we though? I mean..." she sighed. She knew Amethyst was a kinky girl, but her plan had parts that even Helga figured might be too much. Or rather, she just felt nervous about the whole thing. How would she be able to convince Lorraine she was into a little night together? Especially after her outburst. She looked back at Amy, still smiling while circling a finger around Helga's leg. She'd be alone in there, trying to seduce Jenny for their little plan. The thought of her precious vole seducing another woman was tantalizing, but this was Lorraine's bitch they were thinking of. She didn't know what could happen.

"Trust me, Mama," Amethyst said, holding up the chain to Helga's face, "After tonight, she'll never make the mistake of fucking with you again."

She looped the hook through the D-ring on the collar, pulling the girl in for a breathy kiss before putting on her leather biker's cap. It was showtime.

Amethyst walked merrily throughout their way to the front door, her chain held taught by the older pig. Helga, compared to the rest that walked in, dressed rather casually. She was never really into actually wearing fetish wear on herself, being more comfortable in outdoor clothes or just being naked. Her leather vest over her "Your Daughter calls me Mommy too," grey shirt, an old pair of jeans, and her biker boots was closer to anything she'd actually wear in play. She enjoyed fetishwear on subs however, which would explain her love for gimping up Amethyst.

A white horse stopped them at the front door, "Name?" he asked, holding a clipboard like he was keeping them out of a fancy nightclub. Helga smiled, hopeful that they'd have to turn away, "Helga Foley," she answered, straining the leather leash grip in her hands as he peered down the list.

"Welcome, Mistress Foley," he said with a bow, much to Helga's dismay. She walked past him, pulling her smiling vole along. She couldn't comprehend how Amethyst kept up her excited demeanor. Her little bitch just kept surprising her tonight, and Helga had to admit, the excitement from the surprises helped keep her going.

A mixture of techno and rock bounced off the red light blanketed walls as the two made their way through the crowd. Whereas outside people were considered skimpy, here several people laid out about naked, some sporting S&M wear like harnesses or catsuits, others having only their furs for comfort. The furniture had been replaced with more play centric gear, featuring an X-cross in the middle of the room, a spanking bench near it, and lots of open space laid out with padding for more free form play.

Despite the layout, most furs were talking near the kitchen where refreshments were had. Given it was only around nine, it made sense that people weren't outright fucking or toying with others just yet. These kind of parties lasted till three AM sometimes, no need to burn out so early when you could socialize first.

Then she saw her, the wolf dressed in a black latex catsuit with the zipper down to let her breasts breath. Lorraine just talked with her guests, swirling a glass of wine in one hand and leaning against the countertop with the other, with her long blond hair trailing down her back. Helga tried to swallow her fear, but found it sticking to her throat the longer she stared at the wolf. Even after everything that happened, she still found her beautiful.

"I...I don't know if I can do this," she whispered, making her way to the door. Amethyst grabbed her hand, "Mama, I trust you." she said, cupping the older woman's hand in her own and bringing it to her chest, "And you're not doing this, we are. You just need to take the first step."

She looked back to Lorraine, then to Amethyst. Both were people she'd been so open with in her life, one who betrayed that trust and the other who looked at her no differently after sharing her weakness. Part of her wished the vole had been around her life sooner, or had just existed during those worst days. But then things would be different, and she wasn't sure if that'd be better.

Regaining the confidence that she carried day to day, Helga headed directly Lorraine. The wolf looked up only for a second, enough to lock on with surprise at the pig's appearance at her home once again. She stood, mesmerized by the hog's stance as Helga stepped up to her.

She stood tall in the face of the wolf, tilting her head up ever so slightly but carrying a fire that made the the grey furred woman blush, "Hello, Lorraine."

"H-Helga, I'm..." her eyes shifted as she cleared her throat, "I'm surprised you're here. Given what happened I-"

Helga brought a finger to the wolf's snout, "Shh," she whispered, "We both know you wanted me here, my name was on the list after all."

"Well...yes, I just forgot,"

"And I'll admit, I may have been a bit, dramatic, to your proposal. Nineteen years is a long time, and people can change," she trailed the finger down from the wolf's lips to the bottom of her chest, inching behind where the zipper stopped, "I would love to show you how much I've changed during then, if you don't mind being on bottom."

"Oh?" Lorraine said, eyebrow tilting. She leaned closer, "Well, I certainly wouldn't mind the new experience. But what about your sub? Will she be alright if you play with others?"

"Oh she's fine," Helga grabbed Amethyst's snout, "Aren't you, bitch?"

"Yes Mama," she smiled while bowing her head.

The wolf smiled, "Well, I hope you can wait," she tented her fingers, "I just need to make sure everything is good and going for the party once things get started. After that, we can try someplace a little more...private."

Waiting, of course there's waiting.

Helga bit her lip, more in frustration but presented it as being seductive, "Sure thing," she tapped Lorraine on the nose, "Wolfy."

The two broke off after that, mingling with the crowd while Helga let the clock tick down. She held Amethyst close, not because she was afraid of people hurting her. She just needed someone comforting until their little plan went into full swing.

She only hoped that she wouldn't walk out of this party feeling worse than she did yesterday.

***

It did hurt, seeing Helga walk off with another woman and knowing exactly what was going to happen. Amethyst planned it after all, and if everything went according to her plan then it wouldn't be her being emotionally stricken by the end of the night. That didn't make the weight in her heart any lighter, but Lorraine deserved everything coming to her. Or worse, given that the woman still thought she had a chance with Helga after everything she did.

The brown furred vole took a deep breath to steady her nerves, clutching the chain leash hanging from her leash tight as she scanned the room for her target. Despite the amount of play she and her Mama did, Amethyst didn't have much experience with parties. Helga didn't like to share, and if she wanted an audience she could have called any of her gang members or friends to watch. If they wanted to play in a more public space, they had the gang hangout, or Helga could do some research to find a nice space for public play with enough risk to set the heart pumping but not enough to risk walking away in police cuffs.

As such, she felt rather uncomfortable around all the leather and latex clad furs partying about. If Helga were here holding her leash, she'd need to be bound so Amethyst wouldn't bother people with her giddiness. But that was because her Mama was there to protect her, to show her off like the property her collar made her. Alone? Alone she wanted to hide in a corner. She couldn't always play the confident bratty sub.

Music bouncing off the walls, Amethyst covered her ears as she headed to the porch for silence. Somewhere in the party her target played. Somewhere, in that lake of sweat and musk she'd have to find and seduce Jenny Rose so she could get her to join her mistress as Helga cucked the wolf with Amethyst. Just like she planned. Her fists tightened as she breathed in the night ocean air, exasperated at her inability to just dive into the crowd alone.

"You ok?"

Jenny leaned out against the wooden railing of the porch. The herm held a lit cigarette in her shiny latex covered hands, sporting a leather corset that, while covering her bosom, left her crotch open for everyone to see her half erect cock and the ring around the base. Amethyst had seen Jenny's cock plenty of times in her videos, but staring at the piercing ladened tool without a cage compacting it was a different story. A silver prince albert piercing stood out at the tip, with small barbell piercings running down the shaft. She blushed, the vole wasn't interested in dick, but to have she felt the need to avert her gaze from the older rat's exposure.

"Y-yeah, just not used to crowds." she said, stepping closer to the pornstar. Amethyst strutted herself as she made her way, trying her best to be what she assumed would be seductive. Jenny's vacant stare didn't fill her with confidence.

"So," she said, breaking any ice the built between them, "Why are you out here? I mean, obviously you're taking a break and all but-"

The rat chuckled, "Just supporting a bad habit," she said, inhaling her cig before tossing the butt over the side onto the sand, "And getting away from some stress."

"Stress?"

Jenny nodded, pointing out to the crowd indoors, "See, my whole submissive routine isn't really big news. Whenever events like this are held, people want to see me be the dominant. And, don't get me wrong, it's fun. But I do that at work all the time. I don't really want to whip people in the house I live in."

"Oh," Amethyst skootched over next to the rat, "I'll be honest, I was surprised when I figured out you were being lead around by a collar. I never imagined that Goddess Rose-"

The rat groaned, "God I cannot believe I picked that stage name."

"What? No, no," she raised her hands to comfort the rat while Jenny rested against her forehead, "I think it's great."

"It was just an idea from a girl who was too afraid of people fucking with her. In the figurative sense anyway. I was so nervous when I started doing porn, I just had to stay on top. Word of advice, if you ever get into porn, learn to be flexible in roles."

Amethyst didn't plan on that, but nodded anyway, "So, what changed?"

The rat blushed and looked up to the second floor. A light cast from the window above, where Amethyst assumed her Mama and that bitch were initiating the first step of her plan. It still made her throat tight with nerves.

"She came into my life," the rat said, words flowing like a lovesick child, "At first I just felt intimidated by her, but," she reached for her neck, fingering the empty place where her collar would be, "now I just feel like I can be me, ya know?"

She both did and didn't. Helga provided her safety, letting her be free to be who she wanted to be so long as the porcine woman was there to catch her. But what she knew of Lorraine, the horrible things she did to her Mama, she couldn't imagine the woman being so caring.

She pulled her leash closer, thinking just how she could seduce the model that introduced her to S&M. A few years ago, she'd do anything just to get this chance. Now? Now it was only for an ulterior motive.

"Hey, does Helga hate Lorraine?"

The sudden question froze the vole. Of course Helga hated that wolf. Why shouldn't she after everything she did? But how Jenny looked at Amy, those eyes begged that it wasn't the case.

"W-why do you ask?"

"Well...Lorraine didn't have the best life. She's told me about the mistakes she's made, and no matter what good she's tried to do she still feels guilty over a lot of them." she gripped her arm tight before taking another look up above, "Early into our, relationship, she told me that I reminded her of someone she took for granted a long time ago. She used to dream about her, and it was only a few days ago that she told me who it was."

She sighed, "I think she's seeing this whole thing as another chance. But...after yesterday I'm not so sure. She wanted to remove Helga from the list, but I added her back on just in case," she smiled softly, "I just figured, they could fix whatever happened between them. Kind of childish, but I'm a romantic at heart."

Oh fuck me.

Amethyst looked out to the second floor, eyes widening as she noticed the shadows flicker in the light. The vole didn't consider that Lorraine could feel sorry for what she did. How could she? You don't just hit on someone after they left you nineteen years ago for abuse. Or did you? Panic surged through her mind as she pictured Helga prepping Lorraine for their revenge, prepping Lorraine for...oh god.

"I...I need to go find Helga," she said, rushing back into the house without a word from Jenny. Music blared in her ears as she pushed her way inside, racing to the stairs. The sweat from her palms loosened the grip on her leash, letting it slip from her hand like her supposed control over the situation.

Please don't do it. I'm an idiot, please be smarter than me!

She begged to herself while climbing up the stairs. Helga was about to make a terrible mistake, and the fault was none other than the vole's.

***

Cold sweat fell down the back of Helga's neck as Lorraine led her up the stairs. Eyes focused on the wolf's shapely ass, with her tail swaying left and right in excitement. She gulped, playfully slapping it as they climbed.

Lorraine barely contained her giggle, "Oh, can't wait can you?"

"I don't like my sluts teasing," Helga said, "Makes me want to take them in front of everyone."

"Well," she stopped midway through the stairs, one hand on the railing and the other to her hip, "There's always the bench in the living-"

"No," Helga interrupted in haste, taking a soft breath before caressing Lorraine's thigh and coming up closer to her, snout to snout, "I want you all to myself."

She tried to mimic the giddiness in the wolf's eyes. If Lorraine's smile told her anything, she succeeded, letting the wolf lead her on to the bedroom. Helga ran the plan over and over in her head. She'd strip and bind Lorraine, letting her think that they'd play, only for Amethyst to come in the door with Jenny on all fours, or something. Truth be told, Helga didn't know how Amy was going to convince a pornstar to submit to her. Either way, after that she and her sub were going to play in front of Lorraine, never letting the woman touch Helga. If she begged for attention, Amethyst would toy with her, acting as a proxy.

Thinking it over, this plan was basically rape. The pig woman felt less confident in the plan as she entered Lorraine's bedroom. The wolf had certainly done well for herself, much to Helga's frustration, with a large king size bed in the middle with pink covers and green sheets, a wide floor built for play, a literal bondage swing set hanging from another door that Helga assumed led to a bathroom. Helga's fists clenched at the cage at the foot of the bed, big enough for a person. Did Lorraine make Jenny sleep there? Like she pushed Helga from her bed?

"So," Helga asked, hiding her building rage behind a smile, "Where do you keep your gear? I'm sure you've got a nice little stash of restraints."

"Oh, you'll love this," Lorraine said, swaying her ass as she walked to the wall. Lifting a hidden switch, she slid open a tiny closet. The wolf walked in, curling her finger to Helga for her to follow.

Stepping into someone's kink closet never got old. Helga loved the wonderlust on people's faces whenever she brought them to her dungeon, letting their imaginations run wild with every tool and restraint laid out across the place. She felt that same wonderlust now, seeing literal mannequins wearing S&M gear, gags and spanking equipment hanging across the walls, and drawers that Helga wanted to pull out to see what they treasured.

"You're right," she said, opening a drawer to find a wide selection of dildos of varying sizes, shapes, and colors, "But why the secret door?"

"Well when Matt and I got this place we were hoping to have kids," she said, playfully swinging a flogger in her hands, "Didn't want our little selection to be easy to find."

"You have kids?"

Lorraine paused, smiling with eyes of melancholy to the pig, "No. Things sort of happened. But I have my own family now," she said, taking a knee and handing Helga the flogger, "So, what would you like to do, Mistress?"

Her heart rang in her ears. Sweat piled up under her clothes as she breathed in, eyes straining at the flogger in Lorraine's hands. She caught glimpse of a hood next to her, tied to a mannequin shaped like an androgynous wolf. Lorraine deserved what was coming, didn't she? Helga reached for the flogger, only to put her hand away at an inch from it.

"I can't do this,"

The wolf's ears perked in the corner of Helga's eyes as she turned back to the bed. Lorraine hurt her, but how much of that pain was from Lorraine and how much was it because she couldn't see the truth? It had also been nearly two decades since, two decades for both women to build a life and bury the past. The wolf made a mistake of flirting with her yesterday, but Helga didn't give in then. Even if this was going to be a trick, even if she wasn't going to really play with Lorraine...she toyed with the key around her neck. She just couldn't do it, even if it was her plan.

"Helga? Is something alright?"

Of course not," Helga muttered, sitting herself on the bed as she pawed her key, "Things haven't been right since I saw you again, and I have no one but myself to blame."

Lorraine looked to the empty spot next to Helga. The pig sighed and patted it, "It's your house, don't let me stop you."

She took a seat, "This is about what happened yesterday, isn't it?"

"Gee, you've got some real great deductive skills," Helga said with a bitter taste on her tongue, "I mean, what gives you the right to just think I'll go along with that, given what you did to me?" she sighed, "What gives me the right to be attracted to you, still after all this time."

"Oh..." she blushed, ears furling as she held her hands together and looked down, "Yeah...that was stupid of me."

"Stupid is putting it lightly," Helga spat, "How'd you think I'd react?"

"I don't know. I was just...acting on instinct."

"Why?" Helga growled.

"Because I never thought I'd see you again!"

Helga blinked, bracing herself against the mattress from Lorraine's sudden outburst. Tears formed in her deep blue eyes, "I...I was in a bad place all those years ago. It doesn't excuse the fuck ups I did, doesn't excuse how I treated you, but I can't help but want to throttle that person I used to see in my reflection. I was a wreck, I did drugs, sold them, let people fuck me while they got off, let them fuck you...every time I look back at that I just feel sick," her claws dug into the sheets, ripping through them as the tears streamed, "I want to say that you leaving woke me up, but it didn't. I just spent the next five years fucking around the countryside, making more and more mistakes and getting worse and worse. It was only after Matt dragged me from ODing in an alley did I realize I needed to stop." she sniffed, letting go of the bed and holding herself, "Rehab was my own personal hell. Not because they hurt me, no they did everything they could for me. I just kept confronting my demons every day. I saw people who were abused, people that reminded me of what I did to you."

Helga's heart skipped a beat as Lorraine looked to her, barely holding herself together, "I tried to find you. You'd think with Facebook or something it'd be easy but no, you didn't seem to exist. I thought I got you killed, and I couldn't help but think...but know it was my fault. So I tried to move on, tried to fix the mistakes I made by helping people like me. Somehow that got me into the porn business," she forced a laugh, "guess people got fucked in more ways than one."

"Then, I saw you. I don't believe in God, but the moment I saw you walk out of that tent I thought God slapped me in the face with a chance," she smiled, fur matted with tears, "And, like I always do, I fucked it up."

She did. Helga couldn't deny that any making up Lorraine wanted to do fell through the cracks the moment she called her 'Piggy'. She wouldn't have even come to this party if Amy didn't suggest her plan of revenge. She wouldn't have heard any of this from the wolf, nor feel the...was it sadness? Helga wasn't sure.

"I don't use Facebook," she said, "Tabs doesn't either. Kinda felt like a dumb thing to put time into. Especially since people get political or try to flirt with me online. You'd be surprised how many guys are into butch women that don't like dick."

Lorraine blinked, Helga smiled as she wrapped an arm around the wolf and pulled her in, "Tom has one. You should catch up with him sometimes. Though I'll warn you now, he gained some weight. He looks like a leather Santa Claus."

"Leather...Santa?"

Helga nodded, "Yep, cause he runs a sex toy shop."

She laughed, clutching the pig tight as a deep giggle emanated from her gut. Helga laughed with her, clutching her tight as the two came together like old friends.

"I keep telling Fran to dress up as an elf during the holidays."

"Fran? Is he married?"

"No, no, but Fran acts like it. Fran's his little faggot he has at the front counter, the top in his hierarchy of fags. I actually got the key necklace idea from him, though he's got a lot of keys."

"Fags? Tom's gay?"

She nodded, "Yeah. Don't know why it wasn't obvious to other people, even him, but he's gay. He officially came out in prison."

"Prison?" her eyes widened, "Tom went to prison?"

"Well, he did cover for us when I almost killed that dirty cop." she paused at Lorraine's silent distress, "Don't worry. Me and Tabs kind had to be on the run for a few years outside of Ohio, but that lion got caught up on a bunch of charges that got the attention of the federal level. The FBI...or was it the DEA? Anyway, some guys in suits told me and Tabs that if we stepped forward we'd have our bounties lifted. So we did, Tom got out early and the state paid him for unjust imprisonment, and that lion is serving fifty years. So it all kind of worked out."

"I...you..." Lorraine struggled to find the words, before grabbing Helga and wrapping her arms around her, "I'm so sorry!" she wailed, "If I had known, I'd-"

"It's ok," Helga said, running her hand through her hair, "It all worked out in the end."

"But, you-"

"Look, I've had an interesting life. Not a great one, but not a terrible one. Sure, I've had downs, but I wouldn't take them away since I don't think I'd be having my ups the same. For starters, I doubt I'd have my wonderful pet..." Helga's eyes widened, "Oh shit."

"Helga?" Lorraine looked up in confusion as Helga let go, "What's wrong?"

"I need to find her before she does something stupid."

"Stupid?"

"Look it's," she groaned while thinking over the dumb plan, "I'll explain after I fix it. You'll laugh," she said, "and hopefully not call the police for attempted rape," she muttered as she reached the door.

Amethyst opened it before she could turn the knob, "Helga don't!" she screamed, falling face first into Helga's bosom. With terror filled eyes, she pulls out and scans the room, relief washing over her face when she saw Lorraine sitting on the bed, unrestrained. She sighed, gripping Helga's shirt and pressing her head into the older woman's breast, "I'm so stupid."

"We both are," she nestled the vole in her arms, brushing through her hair, "But at least we can see it before we do something we'll regret."

"Um," Lorraine cut through the tension from across the room, "Can someone explain to me what exactly you two had planned?" she crossed her legs and leaned back, regaining some confidence that the crying wolf lost earlier, "Because it seems to me that it must have been pretty bad to warrant both of you to stop it."

Helga looked back to Lorraine, sighed, and patted her vole on the head, "Well, the truth is, I-"

"Helga told me what happened between you two," Amethyst slipped from Helga's grasp and stepped between the wolf and hog, "How you abused her, how she was too blind to see it. I..." her fists clenched as she stared at Lorraine's feet, "I wanted you to suffer after hearing it, especially after you flirted with her again. So, I devised a plan of revenge,"

Helga clamped the vole's snout shut, "It was my plan," she lied, if this ended with handcuffs she'd rather herself be taking the blame, "I was going to cuck you with Amethyst, and then have your little rat downstairs fuck you if you begged for release."

Amethyst ripped the hand off her face, "No, it was my plan!" she cried, "You're the one that wasn't sure of it."

"Quit lying to save me,"

"You're the one that's lying, Mama."

"I don't care," Lorraine cut between the two of them, holding them both by the back of the neck. A soft smile etched across her lips as she pulled the two closer, "Amy, right? I...I can't fault you for wanting to do something horrible to me after what I did to Helga. Trust me, if I could take it back, I'd do it in a heartbeat. And I'm glad both of you came to your senses before actually going through with it."

"You..." Amethyst stuttered out, "You aren't mad?"

Lorraine's laughter didn't lift Helga's own confusion, still leaving the pig to ponder if the police would be called as the wolf pinched Amethyst's cheeks, "I mean, I am a little. But some sick twisted part of me finds the idea rather arousing. Maybe visit sometime when my husband is in town, he's always wanted to try dual cucking."

"What?" Helga asked in a flat tone.

Lorraine let go of the both of them, "Regardless, I'm sure we've all had a stressful time. Lots of things popped up, and we all almost did things we regretted. How about I get us all something to drink and we just enjoy the rest of the party? Jenny's got a conga line coming up for paddling, and she's always entertaining to watch ever since she took my lessons to heart. Interested?"

Helga and Amethyst blinked, looking at each other in confusion before nodding. Lorraine's smile didn't fade, "Great, I'll see you downstairs."

Helga grabbed her arm, "You won't..." she gulped, "Call the police, will you?"

She shook her head, "I probably wouldn't even if you did it. After all, I still think I deserve much worse. But that's for later, I'll let you two relax."

"What..." Amethyst struggled in disbelief as Lorraine swayed from the door, "What just happened?"

"I think we just got off scot free," Helga said, holding her slave tight, "We're both idiots."

"I'm the one who thought of the plan."

"And I followed along with it, I should be better than that."

"So..." Amethyst her arms fell loose as she let herself sink into Helga, "What should we do?"

"Well...I think we both deserve a little punishment. Maybe I'll add you to that conga line."

Indigo eyes over blushing fur looked up to the hog, "I...I can accept that. What about you? What's your punishment?"

Helga smiled, leaning in to kiss her sub on the forehead, "Just getting to watch."