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California: 2020

Fingers curled into her skirt as she watched the homes pass by from the passenger seat. Even halfway across the country, the suburban homes still had that similar nuclear family feeling like back home in Portage. Amethyst took a deep breath, resting her head against the back of her seat and looking out to the tarp ceiling of the jeep.

"Nervous?" Helga asked, without taking her eyes off the road.

Amethyst nodded. Who wouldn't be nervous? Today she was about to meet her grandparents, the people that kicked her mother out at sixteen when she was pregnant with her. People her mother never talked about. People who Amy had to dig for herself to find out who they are and where they lived. If her mother knew she planned this, she might have demanded to cancel this trip or change destinations.

A heavy hand rested over Amethyst's lap, "It'll be okay," she said, glancing over to her at the stop sign they sat at. Amethyst brought the pig's hand to her face, trapping it between her and the seat as she rested against it, feeling the warmth across her face.

"What if they don't like me?" she asked, voice quivering at the thought of their rejection.

"What's there to not like?" Helga pinched the girl's cheek, "You're pretty, smart, I'd be happy if I had a daughter that was half of you."

The vole took a deep breath, not letting go of her Mama's hand as they drove off. Maybe she should have dressed in something more appropriate than her purple and red plaid skirt, tall leather boots, and a black tank top. Helga suggested it earlier, but Amethyst told her then that she wanted to be as herself as she was to her grandparents. Granted, she wasn't as punk as her dress, piercings, and hair dye painted her, but she felt more comfortable in these clothes than she did in others.

Well, except S&M gear, but she couldn't wear that in front of her grandparents.

"55 Cerritos Avenue," Helga read aloud from her phone, "This is the place."

Amethyst looked out to the sky blue painted single-story house. Thin white pillars supported the roof from the porch, with a cedar wood red door in the front. Three large windows exposed the inside at the right of the house, but the occupants weren't to be found. Maybe they weren't home.

Helga's muscular arm wrapped around the vole's head, "I know what you're thinking, and it's going to be fine," she whispered, "Lorraine was a horrible person, but she changed. Your grandparents have had over twenty years to think about what they did, I'm sure they'll be happy to see you."

Amethyst didn't think so. If they had regretted their actions, then they'd have called her mother sooner, wouldn't they? Sure, her mother changed her last name, but it was to her aunt's last name so it wasn't that hard to figure out. She looked up the Helga, seeing green eyes of comfort looking down and warming her soul. If Helga could confront the demons of her past, then she could confront the ones of her birth.

"H-how do I look?"

Helga brushed away some hair from the vole's face, letting her see both eyes, "Beautiful," she said, kissing her lover softly, "I'll be here if you need me."

Amethyst nodded, and as she opened the door Helga grabbed her arm, "Um, actually," she said, pointing to her neck, "Do you want to keep that on? They might...well you know."

She fingered the studded collar around her neck, then smiled, "No. They'll probably think it's a fashion statement," she said. She had forgotten all about Helga's collar around her neck, growing too used to it over these past months with her Mama. Taking it off would make her more nervous.

Amethyst ran the scenario over and over in her head as her boots hit the pavement, each step bringing her closer to the red door dividing her from her grandparents. She'd ring the doorbell, they'd answer, chew her out then close it. She shook her head, it wasn't going to be like that. No, they'd talk, confused at first who she was, but once she explained everything they'd...slam the door and call her mother a whore.

She mentally slapped herself. No! She knew it was just her nerves taking hold of her. People can change, Lorraine proved that to her.

Her fingers scratched at her thumbs as she rang the bell. Feet twitching, eyes shifting back to the jeep where Helga waited for her. She could just go back there right now, just forget about this stupid plan.

The knob clicked, sending her fur standing on end. Taking a deep breath, Amy stood tall as the door opened, revealing an elderly vole in glasses, a blue collared shirt, and white shorts. Blue eyes stared her up and down, and a grimace formed on his face before he closed his eyes and sighed, "Can I help you?"

"Jack Carter?"

The vole nodded, "Yeah, that's me."

"Husband to Julia Carter?"

He rolled his hand to let her continue. Amethyst took a deep breath, "Is Mrs. Carter available?"

One of his brows raised themselves. He turned back to the house, "Hey Jules, someone wants to see ya!"

"A-actually," she interrupted, "I'd like to speak with both of you if that's alright."

"Oh," he said, stepping back into the house, "Would you like to come in?"

"No," she squeaked, coughing a little to regain her composure, "I'd like to speak with you all out here if it's alright," she said. Even if they were her grandparents, she didn't know them. No point in entering the home of a stranger.

An elderly female vole, dressed in a pink floral dress with greying hair atop her head stylized into a bun, stepped into view. She carried with her a warm smile and a pitcher, one that Amy assumed was filled with lemonade like she'd heard from stories of her friend's grandparents.

"Who's this?" she asked Jack, to which he responded with a shrug and said, "I don't know, but she wants to speak with us."

"Looks like a stoner," Julia said, already hinting at the direction that Amethyst feared.

"Mr. and Mrs. Carter, my name is Amelia Barret," she said, receiving only blank stares from the two as she let her name sink in, "You probably don't recognize me since...well since you've never met me. My mother, your daughter, changed her name a few years after you made her leave. So..." she twiddled her fingers, trying to use up all the nervous energy building up, "That makes me your...your granddaughter."

She stared at the floor, focusing on their shoes. Jack wore brown suede shoes, while Julia left her feet bare. Amethyst repeated that information over and over, keeping her from bearing the expressions her grandparents might have on their faces.

"Barret..." Jack said slowly, "Barret...isn't that your mother's maiden name, Jules?"

"It is. Isn't Amelia your sister's name?"

"Yeah, yeah it is."

Amethyst breathed a sigh of relief.

"You'd think she'd have proper respect when leaving and not name her child after them," Jack said, turning Amethyst's relief to terror as she stared wide into the two old voles. Both scowled at each other, though she could feel the hatred in their eyes wasn't directed to anyone present.

"Well, it's no wonder she'd pick your sister. She was always the oddball. Completely obsessed with dites and making a scene at our wedding by bringing one as her plus one."

Jack rolled his eyes, "You're never going to let that go, are you? I'm not responsible for who she dated." he turned to Amethyst, "So, what do you want, Amelia? Money?"

"W-what?" she looked at them, stunned, "No, I-"

"It's probably money. She looks like she wastes it on hair dye. Here's a tip, deary, if you're going to fight against the system, maybe you shouldn't waste what little money you have on looking like you don't belong." Julia said, putting down her jug and reaching for Amethyst's face, "I mean, what's the point of these piercings anyway? Can't kids nowadays just have a regular set of earrings?"

Her grandfather chuckled, "Well, given her mother, it's to be expected. I doubt poor Amelia has had a positive role model in her life," he turned back to Amelia, "So, how long have you been in the system?"

"System?"

"Orphanage. After that whore stopped calling us for money, I assumed she just gave up and put you in an orphanage like we told her to do back when we found out."

"I...my mother raised me on her own."

Julia patted the younger vole's cheek, "Oh you poor dear. I can't imagine what a hell that must have been," she pulled her in, hugging Amethyst tight, "Well you don't need to worry, we can be the family you deserve."

As a child, Amethyst had been envious of the kind old folks of her friends and neighbors. Sure, there were always a few bad apples, but that didn't stop her from wishing she could have a home-cooked meal from the original master of the kitchen, or hear stories from a childhood long since past. She dreamed of that kind old crone who would embrace her like her mother never did because of her job. The job she worked day and night for so Amethyst could sleep comfortably in her home. All those hours her mother sacrificed, just to make sure she was safe and happy.

And now, in her grandmother's arms, all she could feel was bitter rage. Clenching her fists, she pushed her grandmother, no, Julia Carter, away from her, surprising the old woman.

"My mother made mistakes," she said, staring up to the two voles with rightful anger, "She left me alone most nights, and other nights she relied on the neighbors to watch me. I never got a home-cooked meal from her, and she was always too busy to bring me to my extracurricular activities, too busy to see the stress I was under," tears swelled, "But she always took care of me, making sure I had a warm bed, a stable roof, and a bright future. She is not a whore, and doesn't deserve to be called such by people who abandoned her."

"She abandoned us, brat," Jack snapped, stepping between his wife and Amelia, "We gave her a choice, give the baby to a family that can care for it, or leave. And, like the stupid child she was, she left. She didn't care about your future, Amelia. She only cared about herself."

"You're wrong," she said, knuckles white and tail straightened in rage, "She did more for me than either of you."

"Well it's now our fault," Julia said, "We did our best to raise her, and she turned out to be trash. Some people are just like that."

"She's not garbage! She's a la-"

"Can it," Jack took his wife inside, "She doesn't want us in her life, and it's clear you don't either. So kindly fuck off and huff paint, or whatever it is your dumbass generation does, trash."

Her body flinched with the slamming door. Amethyst stood still for a moment, letting the tears mat her cheek fur while she let their words sink in. She shouldn't have come here. Her claws dug into her fur, letting the tight grip punish her for being so stupid. Her mother, if she actually told her, would have told her what a waste of time this would be. If they cared, actually and truly cared, then they would have found her long before this trip.

She sniffed, wiping the tears away before they fell onto the porch as she turned to leave. Better to have this whole thing behind her. Helga's chest stopped her, the older woman standing tall with a harsh gaze digging into the front door.

"What did they say?" she asked, hugging Amethyst close. The vole shook her head, trying to find words but only sobs escaped her. Helga lifted her vole's chin, letting Amethyst see the burning green eyes of the older woman, "Amy, what did they call you?"

"T-they," she sniffed again, burying her face into Helga's breasts, "They called my mother and me garbage," she said, letting her running nose drip onto the pig's shirt.

Helga took a deep breath, running her hand through Amethyst's hair as the vole cried into her, "Well...let's correct them."

The older woman slammed on the door before Amethyst could stop her. The Carter's opened it before she could beg Helga to stop, to plead that they should just leave and forget this ever happened. Amethyst saw the rage building up behind that smiling snout, something burning brighter than when she saved her from that kidnapper. Helga almost killed that man. The Carter's were terrible people, but they didn't deserve that, no matter how much they insulted her.

And Helga didn't deserve prison time for assault.

"Who are you?" Mr. Carter asked, before taking note of Amethyst wrapped in Helga's arms, "You're still here? Do I need to call the cops?"

"Don't worry," Helga said, gripping the back of Amethyst's shirt, "As for who I am, kindly read my slut's tramp stamp."

Amethyst wanted to die as Helga exposed her tattoo, letting her biological grandparents see the claim the older woman had over her. She buried her face deeper into Helga's chest, hoping to just sink into the hog.

"Helga?" Julia said, "Slut? What's the meaning of-"

"Shut the fuck up," Helga said, letting go of Amethyst's shirt and forcing her face to face with her grandparents, "See this girl, the granddaughter you claim is garbage? I'm the dyke that owns her," she pulled her hair back, making Amethyst squeal, "She's my personal little cuntrag, and absolutely loves it when I abuse her, isn't that right, bitch?"

Tearfully and with closed eyes, Amethyst nodded. Shame overwhelmed her as Helga exposed more and more of their private life in front of her grandparents. Why did she do this? Couldn't she see that pain she was in?

"She's also one of the most adventurous people I've ever met,"

Amethyst opened her eyes, briefly noting the shock on the Carter's faces before looking up to Helga, "Ever since I met her, I've felt myself pushed to go above and beyond, both in and out of the bedroom. She always listens, and, though she may not look it with being a beanpole and all, is willing to hurt anyone who has hurt me. Not only that, but she's got a 3.9 GPA in her major, and graduated valedictorian from her High School."

Helga pulled Amethyst in for a kiss, a long and tongue heavy embrace that sapped the strength from the vole's legs, "She's a goddamn angel," Helga said after breaking away, "her and her mother are proof that beauty can grow from garbage, especially from filth like you both. Whichever of you dies first is the lucky one, because the survivor is going to die alone while the world passes you by. So you can take your morals and shove them right where the sun don't shine, meanwhile I'm going to go back to our hotel, and viciously fuck the granddaughter you won't accept," she raised her middle finger and tossed Amethyst over her shoulder, "So I hope you enjoy the thought of some dyke in her forties fucking a girl in her twenties, because it's the last you'll ever have of us."

Her tears stopped as Helga walked off the porch. To say she was embarrassed would be an understatement. She'd been cast aside from grandparents she never knew, only to be humiliated and praised by her lover in front of them. Helga raised her middle finger to them while walking off, and Amethyst, seeing their upset faces, gave them a finger each hand and a smile as her Mama carried her off.

***

Helga had little restraint as they made their way to the hotel. Every stop sign and light led to her fondling Amethyst, from toying with her nipple rings, teasing against the chastity belt, or making the girl suck her fingers like a cock for her amusement. She even had her slave flash a few people as they drove, within reason. No need to get a ticket for public indecency.

She kept her close while walking across the parking lot, pressing the brown-furred vole up against her pink skin as Helga practically carried her over to the elevator. The empty space gave Helga free reign to toy with her pet in public, ravaging the girl's mouth while propping her up against the wall like horny teenagers.

Gasps of pain and pleasure escaped the vole's lips whenever Helga nippled into her neck, leaving marks up and down the slender girl before wrestling her tongue into submission yet again. A family of five could walk in and neither would have stopped, the only thing preventing Helga from fucking her pet here and now being the belt over her cunt. Helga had the key dangle around her neck, toying with the idea of letting her out right there. But the elevator opened on their floor before she really considered it.

Cheerful snorts and suppressed giggles escaped them as Helga fumbled the keycard scanner. The hog forced the door open when unlocked, taking Amethyst by the arm and tossing her onto the bed while she stripped herself. The vole followed suit, tossing her clothes wild until only the collar and belt remained. Helga would punish her later for that, but today she deserved a reward.

The older pig crawled up to her slave on the bed, cupping her hands against Amethyst's beauty, "Do you want to cum?" she asked, meeting Amethyst's nod with a slap, "Does my vermin cuntlicker want to cum?"

"Yes, Mama," Amethyst answered, earning another slap from Helga, none were hard to really hurt, but by the smile across her vole's face that didn't matter, "Does my little bitch deserve to cum?" she asked, smiling painfully wide at the blush in Amethyst's cheeks. The vole shook her head, causing Helga to tilt hers, "Oh? And why's that, bitch?"

"M-mama first," she said, tongue lolling out as she breathed, "Always first."

"That's right," Helga pulled her vole to her tits, "Now make Mama feel good,"

She bit her lip as the vole's tongue rolled over her nipple. Helga rarely let Amethyst play with them, not even teaching her pet the best ways to tease them. Her pet's amateur attempts were met with love and sweet whispers filling the vole's ears as she sucked and toyed with her owner's nipples. Helga returned the tease by groping her vole's buttcheeks and throwing a few soft spankings.

"I think today, we'll have a little exception," Helga said, pushing the girl back down to the bed as she got up and sorted through their luggage. She pulled out a few new toys they picked out from the fair, her favorite being the exposed breast straightjacket she bought. Amethyst's indigo eyes lit up at the sight of it, shifting herself to the bedframe and spreading her arms out wide, "Am I going to need some, solitary confinement, Mama?"

Helga chuckled, "Course not, but that is an idea for back home," she said, strapping her vole into the black leather straightjacket. Helga toyed with Amy's nipple rings once the arms were locked in, twisting and pulling while she whispered, "Don't you just love it when you can't fight back? When all that excess energy you have is locked tight behind a few restraints?" she nippled into the vole's unpierced ear, "I know I do."

She pulled the bondage hood over Amethyst's head next, already with the blindfold attachment in place. "What's the safeword?" she asked, pulling up a gag from where she laid her toys out.

"Pineapple, Mama."

"And when you're gagged?"

"Kick my left leg three times, right leg once."

"Good girl," Helga cooed, shoving the ring gag into her orifice, "Now, I'm going to have you cum today, and I hope you're ready to thank me."

Her gimp nodded. Helga let her fall back into the bed, giving the girl a little panic in the darkness behind the mask. Fitting her strap-on, Helga took her key and unlocked Amethyst's chastity belt, slowly taking off to make Amethyst all the more anxious for what came next. Lubing the toy up, she pressed it against the entrance of the vole's cunt, "Oh, I'm so close. Can you feel that?"

Amethyst nodded, her body pushing itself against the head only for Helga to pull out with a chuckle, "Hmm..." she murmured, pressing the head against Amethyst's butt hole, "We could do this. I've made you cum from your ass before." then she positioned it back to her pussy, "Though I haven't fucked this in a while."

At this point, Helga could tell Amethyst didn't care which hole she stuck it in. The hog kept having to pull away whenever she tried to make her decision. She'd be mad at Amethyst if her desperation wasn't so adorable. Bound and horny, at the mercy of someone almost double her age.

"Let's try...here," she said, finally plunging the cock into the vole's ass. She whined and struggled while the porcine woman slowly pumped into her, letting her hole get accustomed to the toy cock. Helga, smiling, picked up an Hitachi magic wand and pressed it against Amethyst's clit, "As a special little treat, I'm going to keep you cumming until you're brain dead," she turned the vibrator on, cueing a gagged scream from the vole as both her ass and clit were stimulated simultaneously.

The vole's legs wrapped around Helga's waist while the pig held Amethyst's face with her free hand and increased her fucking. "You best enjoy this now, bitch. Cause after this, we're going to another level with that belt," she thrust harder and upped the settings on the Hitachi, "After this, we're pushing to once a month instead of a week. We're gonna push your control so you can't cum until I give the order, and you're going to love every second of it."

Haggard breathes and cries escaped her gagged maw. Helga held her vole's tongue by its piercing, "So, go ahead Amethyst, cum. Cum to your heart's content, cum like the perverted cuntlicker you are." she leaned in, kissing Amethyst's open mouth, "Cum for me, slut."

Her gag suppressed anything intelligible as the floodgates broke. Helga didn't stop as Amy's body shuddered, keeping her grip strong and her thrusts steady as another orgasm built up. Helga laughed as another orgasm came from her sub, slapping her gimp across the face as she squirmed again and again in her bondage.

Helga didn't keep track of time, but it felt like hours had passed before they stopped. Legs burning, Helga pulled out of her sub with a pop. Amethyst, exhausted, didn't struggle as Helga undid her bindings, curling up to her owner when she crawled back into bed.

"Good girl," Helga whispered, holding her pet carefully in her arms as they both cooled off, "Good girl," she cooed again, breathing in her hair. The vole smiled weakly to the pig, resting her head against her chest as she fell asleep.

"Hey, hey," Helga shook her, "You can't be tired yet, someone your age."

"Haha," she replied sardonically, "Just five minutes, Mama. Then I'll be ready for you down there."

Helga smiled and pulled Amy in closer, toying with the vole's ear, "Take as long as you like, Amelia. I'm not going anywhere."

***

"Welcome home, Master Reese," Jenny said with a bow as the golden lab entered his home, "May I take your luggage?"

David smiled, shaking his head, "No, dear, I'm quite alright. Is Lorraine in?"

The naked rat herm nodded, "Yes, she's upstairs going through photos of the party this week. I apologize that you could not partake in it."

He shrugged, "Poor planning on my part. Maybe next time I'll actually listen instead of nodding my head." he joked. While the pay of being a doctor was good, the hours and focus it required had made his attention outside of it rather mush. Thankfully, he had a wonderful wife and a few lovely pets to keep his mind off of such things most of the time.

Heading upstairs, he found the wolf on her laptop in their bedroom, staring attentively into the bright screen, so much that she didn't notice him until his hand touched her shoulder.

"You'll go blind if you do that," he said.

"You're a surgeon, not an optometrist," she said, leaning back as he rubbed her shoulders down, "How was the trip, honey?"

"Boring, how was the party?"

Lorraine's blue eyes lit up at the question, "Well, I got to meet an old friend, and, apart from some mistakes we made, we got along rather well."

"That's nice," he leaned in for a kiss, "Take any pictures?"

"It's on the screen," she said, stretching her arms as she got up, "What time is it?" she pulled out her phone, "Oh, it's seven? Yikes...you hungry?"

"Yeah, but I'm not cooking after a long flight."

"Fair, how about we go out? Take Jenny with us."

"Sounds perfect, I'll let you decide where," he said, though Lorraine had left for the closet to get dressed. Grinning, he decided to see just who was this old friend of Lorraine's. The picture on the screen showed two furs, one an older pig he guessed was near his wife's age, with medium and greying black hair, and a physical body built on a diet and exercise he'd imagine on people much his junior. He'd have to ask which friend this was.

His eyes focused as he analyzed the vole. Indigo eyes, pink nose, the way her body shaped, it all seemed so familiar but he couldn't put it together. He swore he'd seen her before, the memory sitting at the tip of his tongue. It just didn't make sense, since the last time he saw someone like her, he was...blood rushed from his face as the realization set hold.

"David, are you ok?" Lorraine asked, pulling her husband from the computer, "You look like you've seen a ghost."

The End