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**Break on Through To the Other Side (of the Pond)

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Dreixes**

"But why did you tell my mums?" the squirrel complained, pulling at her hair as she stalked back and forth across the living room. The fact that the hyena was entirely penitent didn't help much to assuage her frustrations.

"Babe, they called, and I just told them what happened... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. They were worried because they hadn't heard from you in so long. I know you talk to them at least every other week, and I didn't realize you'd gone quiet on them."

"And now they're going to fly all the way out from Glasgow just to see me because... Augh!" April threw her hands into the air then flopped across Shodan's lap. "I'm sorry, love, I don't mean to take it out on you. I just didn't want them to know about things until I'd gotten it all sorted in my own head. They already hate that I moved to the US without even bringing any of my sisters along... They really just don't understand my lifestyle at all, and they'd worry even more if they knew the kinds of things that I like. They've always been upset that I tend to date predators to begin with, and I just..."

The squirrel made another inarticulate noise of frustration and curled up in her snuggle 'yeen's lap. She waited until Shodan had carefully cradled her in those big, burly arms before running teasing fingers along the hyena's still-hard clit. It made the woman yip and the erect shaft flex. The small rodent giggled and hugged it to her chest, letting the sensitive flesh rub against her bare silky fur, which earned her a playful growl.

"You'd better quit that unless you mean business, little girl."

April considered it for a moment, then pressed her cheek firmly against the tip of the 'yeen peen and shook her head furiously, both teasing the much larger femme and showing that she wanted to be teased herself. She wasn't a brat, but she occasionally liked to act like one, and Shodan enjoyed "punishing" her for misbehaving. And it had been ages since they'd fucked. Like, really and truly fucked. She'd managed to work up to some oral work and stroking, but it still triggered a panic attack to do anything more. She could take having her snuggle 'yeen's muzzle working between her legs or over her stomach and breasts, but it made her feel like she was back in the box to have the hyena's massive clit probing around between her legs. She had only just barely gotten back to walking around the apartment nude since they started going to the gym together. And she was tired of it all. She was done with it.

Shodan was looking down at her with an expression that mixed eagerness, concern, love, and self-blame, and the last one hurt her heart. It hadn't been Shodan's fault, no more than it was her own. A bad person had turned what should have been a fun memory into something terrible, and she couldn't let it continue to dominate her life. She reached up to finger the tag that had been punched into the massive woman's collarbone. April's Alpha, it said, and it was true. Shodan was everything she'd ever wanted, gave her everything she could possibly want in a lover and a girlfriend, and it was time for her to start returning that love once more.

"I think I'm ready," she hesitantly said, "if you want to. We can use the bar, and I can hang onto it. I w-want to try, love."

The hyena rumbled and pulled her into a tight hug, squeezing her until she felt her bones popping as she snuggled in between the 'yeen's massive breasts. The gentle vibration that a predatory growl created had always been both comforting and exciting. The squirrel shifted in Shodan's grip to wrap her legs around the much larger femme's waist and grind herself against the bulge at the base of her spotty-bitch's pseudo-penis. Surprisingly, she actually found herself moist, spreading her nectar across the swell, and it made her even more excited. She felt that delicious tingle that had been missing for so long. It made her whimper, and she clung to her lover as she was carried into the bedroom that they shared, humping furiously at the knot that had so gloriously stretched her so many times. She wanted it, and she wanted it inside her so much that it almost hurt.

Then large hands were slipping beneath her arms and lifting her up. She licked her lips, nervous and excited and needful and fearful all at the same time, and took hold of the bar that dangled from the ceiling. She would normally be either lying in a sex swing or bound up in a bondage harness, hanging from it, but that wasn't what she wanted right now. When the hyena let her go and gave her a slight nudge to set her swinging, she used the momentum to lever her legs upwards and take hold of the bar with her prehensile toes as well. She glanced at the velcro straps that hung down beside her wrists and ankles, took a deep breath, and slowly let the air out as she released her grip with one hand. It made her tremble, and her stomach started trying to twist itself in a knot, but she undid the first strap and pulled it tight around her left wrist to secure it. Her right hand was visibly shaking as she did the same to the left ankle followed by the right. She had to release the grip with her right foot to use her toes on the wrist strap, but then they were all done. The straps were the lightest possible bondage, something that she could easily get herself out of, and even that had been beyond her until today.

She felt the vicious twisting in her guts and chest, the swirling whirlwind of fear that threatened to suck her mind back into the darkness of that moment, but she focused hard on the glimmering brightness of heat and desire, stoking the needful flames. Then she let go of the bar to hang from the straps, all of her digits clenching around them tight enough that her nails were digging into her palms and soles. She slowly forced herself to relax, letting her weight rest on the straps and controlling her breathing. She realized that she had closed her eyes when she felt large fingers teasing at her petals, and she opened them to see Shodan standing before her. The hyena was all concern now, but the squirrel wasn't letting anything stop her now. She had gotten this far, and she was going all the way. She couldn't quite make herself smile, but she offered a hopeful smirk and ground herself against the thick digits.

"Do you wanna just... try or...?" the hyena inquired.

"I want to go all the way." April had to gulp after she said it, but she was determined. It had been nearly two months since the branding and piercing, and they were both cleared for full contact once more. "I want you to do everything."

The 'yeen nodded slowly. "Okay, just tap the bar if you want me to stop."

Then she went to their wall of toys. April felt a shiver run up her spine that had nothing to do with fear, and she squirmed in her bindings. She could feel the moisture leaking from her nether lips to trickle down through the fur of her fluffy tail, and let out a wanton whine. Then the hyena was in front of her again, holding up a pair of gags: one a basic ball with a leather strap to hold it in place, and the other a thick, knotted cock gag that strained her jaws wide. The cock gag was very nearly as large as Shodan's hyper-clit with a breathing hole down the center so that it didn't choke her to death while it filled her throat. She smacked her lips and opened her mouth wide, making small noises of desire towards the latex phallus. This was one of the big tests, and she was going to ram her head against that brick wall until the wall broke, no matter what. Her snuggle 'yeen was as gentle as always, giving the shaft a few licks to lube it up before sliding it into her mouth. She choked slightly, having gotten out of practice, but she clamped her teeth down on it when Shodan tried to pull it away. So, they gently worked it in while she swallowed around it, loving the way it stretched her throat open again, the way the knot made her jaws already start to ache. It was strapped in place, and Shodan went back for more toys.

She came back with several items this time, the first being a collar that would also wrap around the squirrel's tail to keep it trapped up against her back. April nodded and felt another shiver as the leather was wrapped around her throat and fastened. She brought her tail up on her own, and it was tugged tight to her back before being fastened to the collar. She had to keep a slight arch in her back to relieve some of the strain, which was going to make things even more fun when the real pain started. Then came the nipple clamps, and she nodded again quite vigorously. The first was clipped on and tightened down, then the chain between them was looped up over the suspension bar before the second clamp was attached, then the chain was shortened to stretch her breasts upward. It helped keep her back arched. The clit clamp was her favorite, though. It came with a belt that secured around her waist, and could be used just like that but the wire from the clamp also fed out of the back of the belt so that it could also be attached to the suspension bar. That was done, putting extra tension on her clit while more clamps were stretched around her thighs and rump to pull her vulva open and expose the inner petals. As a final touch to her bondage, small needles were fed through the clamps to keep them in place even if they started slipping, piercing her flesh and capped off with soft tips on either end. She had considered getting piercings to use for just such occasions, but she hadn't quite worked herself up to that. Now, she might just next time they visited the Paulies for a checkup.

The very last thing, something that she had loved before the... incident but was almost guaranteed to set off a panic attack now, as the blindfold that Shodan held up. But she nodded, very firmly, and she fought off the twisted, wicked, gnawing fear that welled up and tried to take over. She was not letting memories scare her, not any more. Her breath huffed fast through the cock gag, making it whistle, but she clenched her fingers and toes once more and fought against the fear. It had always been something exciting, not being able to see what was going to happen, and she was going to force herself to enjoy it again if that was what it took.

After the blindfold had been secured, she felt the brush of braided leather strands against her tender petals followed by leather-wrapped wood, and Shodan asked her, "One or two?"

She held up a single digit on each hand and foot to signal her preference, then heard the sharp cut of the cat-o-nine as it sliced through the air. The whip slashed across the sensitive undersides of her breasts, leaving behind stinging lines that had her bucking against the bondage straps, her motions causing the clamps to pull at clit and nipples, adding even more sensation. The hyena waited until she had stopped squirming around and hung there panting, then the whip fell again, cutting at her clit and inner folds. It set her to dancing all over again, a shrill whistle sounding from the gag's breathing hole in place of a scream. And it felt good. So very good to feel the pleasurable pain once more, to be completely out of her own control, to have herself completely at Shodan's mercy. Little mercy that it was. The hyena knew just how far she wanted to be pushed, and she had said that she wanted everything from her lover. It shouldn't have been a surprise when the whip cut across the sole of her left paw next followed almost immediately by the right. The furless skin was very sensitive, particularly after so long without being abused, and it made her bounce and jump against the straps, her fingers curling tight as her toes stretched open as far as they could so as to not touch the burning spots.

Shodan let her cool down again then began absolutely tearing into her pussy and breasts, highlighting it with smacks across the soles of her paws every so often. Each hit sent sharp spikes of hot pain through her, setting up electric ripples that were heightened by each successive strike until it was like a constant tidal wave of furious sensation washing back and forth through her. Then it stopped, just as she was nearing the climactic bliss that she so dearly craved, leaving her limp and panting and overheated, wishing that she could whimper for more. The gag kept her silent, otherwise the neighbors would have been complaining about their little sessions, but she waggled her fingers and toes to get the hyena's attention. She need not have bothered. She heard a sudden clicking, chattering sound, and her eyes grew wide behind the blindfold. They'd only just begun experimenting with electricity play before everything went sideways, had bought an adjustable power stun gun just for that purpose. She could almost see the arc crackling between the tines, could definitely smell the ozone as it snapped angrily at the air. Her whiskers stood taut as it was brought close to her nose, little sparks snapping at the ends of her fur.

Then it pulled away, and the crackle was cranked up to an angry snarl. Oh, no. Oh, no no no. Shodan was not going to hit her with max power, no way in hell. The thing had a guarantee that it could take down an elephant at that rating, and it came with a warning not to go past medium on smaller creatures like herself. She very nearly tapped at the bar that she hung from, her fingers stretching up to touch the cool metal, but then she purposefully folded them back down against her hands. She need not have worried. She heard the crackle fade back to more of a buzz, and a hand petted at her ears. She nuzzled against it, then the hand pulled away, and her pussy exploded.

Her world went white from the stimulation to her stretched and aching clit, the electricity pulsing through it straight into her core. The sopping wetness between her legs probably helped transmit the charge, and it felt like her entire tunnel had clamped down to a pinhole. And even before her orgasm had faded, she was being stretched forcibly back open by the hyena's massive pseudo-penis. It ached as her tight walls were spread to near the breaking point, from the entrance all the way down to her cervix, with the wider bulge just barely kissing her lower lips with each fast, hard thrust. The barbell piercings along its length scrapped and stroked at her inner walls, adding a whole new level of stimulation as Shodan fucked her. The enormous femme was never vicious, never caused pain for the sake of causing pain, but she was brutal. The squirrel could only buck and clench and squirm as the rear wall of her tunnel was bruised by the hard pounding, her entrance stretched and strained as more and more of the bulge was forced into her. Then she howled out as it finally made it all the way in and expanded, swelling to what felt like impossible proportions. The painful pleasure sent her off on another trip into the stratosphere, while the hyena's muzzle pressed tight against her neck to muffle a howl.

She rode through it, loving every second of it, then felt her big, buff, burly girly fiddling with the bondage straps. One paw came free, then the other, though the straps were left wrapped around her ankles. She found out why when her legs were drawn up so that the ties could be put together behind the hyena's neck. Her arms swiftly followed, keeping her folded in half and stretched between the 'yeen's neck and knot. Shodan began moving, and each step tugged at her entrance, the bulge of flesh trapped inside of her and unlikely to go down any time soon. She could tell by memory that they were heading for the workout room, though beyond that she had no idea, at least until she heard the whirr of the treadmill starting up. She tangled her toes and fingers in the mohawk mane of her lover as the huge femme began running, bouncing her up and down, trying to rip the knot out of her even as it pushed her towards another orgasm. She had no idea how long it lasted; it could have been minutes or hours or days before she found herself in the shower, still strapped in place, with lukewarm water cascading down over them.

The gag was finally removed, and she had only one thing to say. "I love you."

"I love you too, little flower."

The hyena started to take the rest of the gear off, but April stopped her. "Leave it. I want to feel you like this for as long as I can. We don't have to pick up my mums until tomorrow evening."

The hyena growled and scratched at her back hard enough to leave little welts. "Oh, babe, I missed you, too. I'm _so[/] gonna wreck you."

Then the squirrel had to open her mouth as the gag was put back in. She still felt the fear, but it wasn't going to stop her any more. It didn't have any power over her any more, not unless she let it stop her from doing the things she loved with the one she loved.

April ached in the absolute best of ways. They stood at the baggage carousel waiting on her mothers to arrive, and she hurt wonderfully. Her paws still stung with every step, the soles bruised so that just standing still had her shifting back and forth. She didn't often wear shoes due to the odd shape of her feet and the necessity of getting them custom made, or from one of a few specific vendors that catered to rodents, but she almost wished that she had some; the extra padding between herself and the ground might have helped. She was wearing sandals that laced her along her hocks and held the nearly worthless pad in place only so that the welts weren't visible._

Of course, everything else was bruised and battered in the most beautiful ways as well. She could barely stand wearing a bra, though she'd put on a push-up just for the occasion. It cupped the undersides of her furred mounds, supporting and compressing and causing them to sting any time she shifted. All three of her holes ached, and not just from whippings and spankings. Shodan had made good on her promise and wrecked the squirrel in fabulous fashion, jamming that thick pseudo-penis in to the knot and forcing April's body to take it. Her voice was scratchy from a raw throat, her ass had been pounded so badly that sitting was unpleasant, and her pussy still burned quite pleasantly. She felt used in a way that made her warm and wiggly inside, wanting it even more, wanting that huge 'yeen peen to squish all the wiggly bits until they exploded inside her and filled her with even more delicious warmth.

It was... an inarticulably wanton feeling, one that she had missed so very much, and it was incredible to have it back. She knew that it probably wouldn't last; she'd be back to having panic attacks and nightmares soon enough, but she had slept better last night than in the last few months. Her therapist had told her that it would take time, possibly years, to truly heal the mental wound that had been left on her psyche. She'd be interested to know what the psychologist made of her breakthrough yesterday. It had most definitely been spurred on by knowing that her mums were coming to visit and not wanting to seem all that different from who she'd been before the thing had happened, but she hoped that these feelings could linger.

"Mouse and squirrel," the hyena said in a terrible imitation of a Russian accent as she pointed to somewhere in the crowd of arrivals, referencing an old cartoon.

April facepalmed, then gave the 'yeen a slap on the arm. "Please don't do that. I can't see anything past all these people..."

The red-furred rodent gave into stereotype with a sigh and climbed up the much larger femme. Even wearing sandals, her toes were free, which made it an easy job, and it gave her a higher vantage to scan the arrivals. Then she let out a squeal and flailed her hands in the air to get the attention of her two mothers. They waved back, but they were no better than she at getting through a crush of people, and they were far too proper to either crawl through legs or climb and leap across shoulders. It was one of the ways that they differed from her, one of several ways; she would, and had, said damn the social consequences.

Linda, her biological mother, was a red squirrel like April, though much fluffier. The fact that she lived in Scotland for most of the year helped with that, keeping her winter coat thick. Georgia, Linda's wife and the genetic donor that had assisted with making April's birth possible, was a field mouse with a downey brown-grey coat, even shorter than either of the squirrels, and extremely retiring. The pair kept to themselves in a large cottage in the north country, kept up a vegetable garden that very nearly covered all of the family's nutritional needs, and had a child between them once every five years or so since they were in their early twenties, though they were both nearing an age where biological birthing was becoming medically dangerous. Georgia, nervous nelly that she was, had needed a heart replacement by the time she was thirty-five, and Linda had artificial bone marrow. They were both relatively fragile, as was traditional of prey creatures, but that was why they'd gone in for some genetic engineering for their offspring; it already required artificial fertilization to insert the material from one egg into another so that recombinant genetics could do their thing, so it made sense that they would also sequence in enhancements. April and all of her sisters had strengthened organs, particularly the heart, guarantees against osteoporosis and cancer, and expanded digestive capabilities that allowed them a diet of more than purely vegetarian fare.

What April found strange was that all of four of her elder sisters had followed along with their parents' wishes. One was a programmer, another was a doctor, the third was a librarian, and the fourth stayed at home to help raise the younger generations. She had broken the cycle, first by moving away from home and then by making her living as a gamer. Her first younger sister had become a porn star, and had a cock now besides. Angela still called herself a girl, but she had three children of her own with three different women in a polyamorous relationship, and Linda had disowned her, which Georgia went along with for one reason or another. The next younger had just begun a career in asteroid mining and was two years into a three year contract, a highly dangerous profession but a lucrative one. The three youngest weren't old enough to have left home yet, but they each had aspirations towards less "safe and proper" employment.

The squirrel perched herself atop one of Shodan's shoulders as they waited for the pair of homebody housewives to finally get through, acting as both a signpost and guide, directing them towards clearing lanes of passage, then climbed down to hug them both tightly.

"Oh, darling, I'm so glad that you're safe and sound," Linda greeted, then pressed her away to examine her more thoroughly. April was suddenly self-conscious, as if the hurts inflicted by her sexual activity might fluoresce in her mother's vision. "Yes, all in one piece, at least." Then the elder squirrel's expression turned more severe. "And how is it that it took your friend to inform us that something had happened to you? April, surely you know that we'd have come the second after, if you'd told us."

"Yes, mother, and you'd have dragged me back home the second after, as well." She shook Linda off and wrapped her arms around one of Shodan's. The hyena was looking anywhere but at the three of them, obviously uncomfortable, and April twined fingers with her to bring her back into the conversation. "And she's more than a friend, mum. She's my girlfriend. And maybe more than that."

"Well, yes, I can see that you've marked up your body like... Angela." Georgia gently tugged at her sleeve, but she shook the mouse off. "Have you done anything else to your body that we should know about?"

April felt a momentary flare of anger, then let it go. It was an old argument, and she didn't feel like getting into in public. Thankfully, Georgia saved them the trouble.

"C-c-could we... find s-somewhere... quieter?" the small mouse pleaded almost too softly to hear.

April spoke up before her biological mother could take charge. "I'll get her out to the car, mum. Why don't you wait for the luggage with Shodan? I'm sure she'll be able to handle whatever you've brought."

Linda crumpled at the thought of being left alone with the hyena, but she suddenly became aware that she was also surrounded by far more predators, and April's trust and apparent good health seemed to make buff bitch the safer option. April didn't give her a chance to argue as she tucked the door mouse beneath an arm and led her towards the exit, leaving the elder squirrel to fall in at the hyena's side moving towards the baggage carousel. Georgia clung close against April's side, shivering. She was a shut-in to the nth degree, severely agoraphobic, and quick to pull on a sensory deprivation hood to keep from getting overwhelmed. Those hoods were actually how April had first come across a taste of kink. It had given her a thrill being blinded and deafened, though for Georgia it was merely a relief. So she hugged the mouse and carefully guided her while the hood was fumbled on and her breathing stabilized. The shivers were still present, but those were a constant feature of the frail woman.

She got her mummy into the back of the car and sat cuddling with an eye out for her lover and biological mother. It took over an hour, during which time Georgia was able to remove her hood. The nice, cozily warm interior of the car felt safe for the diminutive rodent despite smelling heavily of predatory musk, especially with April there with her, and they chatted about nothing of any matter: how the garden was growing, what new plants they'd introduced, how well the canned and pickled items were selling, and how long they intended to stay. They had apparently planned for a few months. It was therefore no surprise when Shodan finally appeared, lumbering towards the vehicle under an abundant burden of suitcases. What was a surprise was seeing Linda perched atop the hyena's back, her tail up and frizzed with fury as she chittered out her agitation back towards the baggage claim.

"Just wait here, mummy," April comforted the mouse, then slipped out to discover the cause of the distress. "What happened?"

"A... bloody... wolf!" the squirrel spat, so infuriated that she could barely speak. "He stepped on my tail, and wouldn't move! And then he tried to steal a bag! I... I could... I could bite someone!"

That little bit of speech was tantamount to cursing for Linda, and Shodan was very obviously holding back giggles. Whether it was from the language that the elder squirrel used or being tickled by the way she scurried back and forth across the hyena's shoulders, April couldn't tell. The younger rodent just popped the trunk and helped to stow the bags before ushering her mother into the back seat. Georgia helped to quickly quell Linda's anger, and the two sat snuggled together as Shodan set the car to navigate to their next destination. April cuddled in her lover's lap while they waited for the elders to calm down, and the squirrel had a sudden realization of how she might convey to her mother just what Shodan did for her.

"So, how'd things get sorted?" she asked the hyena, capturing Linda's attention, and Shodan just scratched at the back of her neck.

"Well, I just... gave the guy a little nudge to get him off Linda. He was on his phone and didn't seem to be paying attention, even when she tried to get him to move, so I bumped him a bit. Then he got all snarly, but he made the mistake of grabbing a skunk's bag, and... well, I'm just glad I got us out of range. Security had to call for hazmat and medical... We only had to give a quick statement since they had everything on camera, but the wolf was trying to play like I'd hurt him and was screaming about suing the skunk... It was... a mess..."

"A mess, indeed," April's mother agreed with a scowl. "I almost wish you had hurt him, but you did absolutely no such thing. You couldn't have been gentler! I hope they defang that... blighter! And... I... thank you."

"It was nothing, ma'am. Nothing I wouldn't do for anyone else."

April nodded firm agreement. "So maybe you can understand why she makes me feel safe, mum?"

Linda let out a long sigh, deflating and rubbed at the bridge of her snout. "Alright, I'll grant you that, but... I still wish you'd find a nice rabbit or something, like Sally... What was ever wrong with Sally Southerland?"

The younger squirrel just rolled her eyes and huffed. "She wasn't for me, mum. That's what was wrong with her. Neither were her two brothers, as I've mentioned, so can we not talk about that again this decade?"

"Yes, yes... Let's... just get to the hotel. I think both of us could use a day to calm down after this adventure."

That was about as much as April could hope for, so she left it at that. Her mother would probably never truly understand, but at least she had warmed up to Shodan. Well, slightly warmed up. They'd have to see how things went, and hopefully she could convince them to leave before a month was out. That would be difficult considering their dislike of travel but not impossible, particularly if she could get one of her siblings to ring the alarm back home. Jessica owed her a favor and hadn't done anything severely disapproved of lately... Perhaps a few piercings would be enough to drag their mothers back to Glasgow...

The End