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There we go, another story up and done. Most of you will find it reasonably boring, but comment either way. Warning: This story contains lesbian sex between teenage girls, and lots of heavy plot. Who can't stand that should scamper away now.

• * * "Welcome to the Midnight Talk, I'm your host, Marge Wagner." The bobcat folded her arms and smiled. "My guests tonight are Josephine Miller, Unfree rights activist..." A raccoon girl waved briefly into the camera. "...Henry Pollard, CEO of TexCo..." An elderly tomcat nodded. "And of course, speaker of Southampton Police Department, Karl Shattner." A remarkably young wolf in uniform smiled. "Our topic tonight will be the problem regarding the uprising at Southampton. I think we all know the event due to current news, but here we have a brief summery in pictures. As always, I'll let my guests comment on the events." They showed the date of last week. The picture, a hasty photograph, showed hundreds of people, most of them young males, half naked and shouting. In the middle, they pushed up a man. You needed a second look to see it was a just a corpse. His clothes were ripped, but one could barely guess it was one of the guards. The picture said "Southampton Bay, last week." Next up was a video, shot from a helicopter. A large mass of people, standing on the docks of Southampton, lifting cards and signs. One could not quite make out the details, as the camera was shaky and moved around to a long row of police forces. If there were any sounds, the helicopter drowned them out. Then suddenly the police rushed forward, armed with their batons. The demonstrators started to retreat as the police started hitting their first row, but behind them were just other people or water. Many jumped into the water, others tried to flee sideways. Police just kept on beating the ones they could reach. The camera focused and held unsteadily on a vixen, maybe twenty years of age. Three policemen chased her until between a dead end of containers, then making her fall over and beating her up with their batons, then resorting to kicking her. Afterwards, one of the officers shot her in the face. The video ended, fading to Marge Wagner. "Well, I guess it's ladies first. Your comment, Miss Miller?" "There's no question this was unnecessary violent. It was a peaceful protest, as it is the right of every free fur in the world. There was no need for thirteen executions. And those were just the official ones!" Mister Shattner cleared his throat. "May I remind you that your peaceful protestors killed a guard the other day? I really don't think it's the right for every free fur to kill an other free fur." "The right for life should be one all beings are granted. What makes you think you can shoot a girl just for demanding better food and work hours?" "Discipline," Henry Pollard said calmly. "They must know it's not their place to make those demands. If they resort to violence, it's just natural to give the right answer." "I can admit," the police speaker said. "That some of the younger colleagues have been unnecessarily brute. Some actually shot before we could throw the tear gas." "Oh ho," said the raccoon. "I want the audience to make a mark here: He actually admitted a fault." "Because," said the wolf. "We can do that. We don't need to break on others people property, open cages and then are too coward to admit it. Of course, you even make videos of it, but..." "We only enforce the law where the police is not able to! Especially TexCo is ignoring existing unfree rights and..." The bobcat lifted an arm. "I don't think this is the place for random blame." Josephine Miller sucked air in. "Up to now, Mister Pollard here had four lawsuits running." "None of your, as Misses Wagner correctly stated, random blames ever have been proven by you in court. I run a fine business, our cages are double of minimum size, meals and bathes are regularly. Several independent experts have given us good reports, you can look them up if you want to." The raccoon folded her arms. "Pshea, yeah, right. Independent experts. You bought those reports from someone who them up." The bobcat made a cut there. "I don't think we should..." "You already said that," Josephine said and broke the unwritten law that it's okay to be rude to the other guests, but never to your host. The host became thin-lipped. "Yes, I did. Anyway," she emphasised. "Mister Shattner, how does the police force intend to meet any future incidents like that?" "Well, Misses Wagner, out department closely works with Scotland Yard to make new riot strategies. In America, they had good experience with early de-escalation. It took us a bit too long to react back then. Also, and that's not just a task for police force but for the corporations and owners as well, we need to make sure this incident will not become a role model case and encourage the unfrees for further rioting." "I don't think your brute beatings encourage anyone," Josephine Miller seered. "They just wanted to negotiate and you started shooting them. That's not de-escalation, that's crushing. We're not in the Dark Age any more, if you haven't noticed." "Yes, because those had the right idea. You should be thankful that we're letting you have your grumpy talk here, woman!" Everyone stared at the CEO of TexCo, muzzles wide agape. The host sorted her papers and cleared her throat. "Well, I... uh... we should..." * * * Ruby switched the screen off and sighed. Without the light of it, it was dark in the empty living room. A cloud moved away and let the moonlight cast a shadow from the vixen. She looked at it until it faded. For a weird reason she felt bad recently. Ruby lay down on the carpet and stared at the ceiling. It was difficult to sleep, and that was not because of Tommy sleeping in her bed and hardly getting any better. He was only drinking tea ans eating toast for more than a week. Earlier this evening she had tried if some light sex would cheer him up, just a bit of stroking his male parts, but it did not seem to help. He would not tell her what the problem was, just that he always looked as if he was freezing all the time, while being boiling hot on the skin. The shivering had stopped, but sometimes he would just moan quietly in his sleep. She had curled up with him every night, but today she just could not sleep any more. It was her conscience nagging her. Of course, the thing with her master had upset and frustrated her. But why did she have to make Tommy suffer for it? The boy did nothing but try to keep up with her owner's mood swings, and she made him hang in the rain and freezing weather for that time. If he died, it would be just her fault. She used to be a slave. She used to be sad and angry at her owners for treating her like a piece of crap, like a tool. She'd hated the feeling of being used for just anything. Every morning she'd waken up hungry, afraid they would not feed her. And also afraid a burly guard would take her aside to make her take his penis into her mouth. And afterwards she'd been yelled at for getting behind with work. Okay, she was free. On paper. So she just did to Tommy what they had done to her. But was that an excuse? Because she had been beaten and raped she was okay to do the same to the wolf boy? Ruby shook her head. For two weeks now Tommy had been like this. He actually got better, but only in small steps. She had no idea if it was best to leave him alone entirely or to cuddle him as often as possible. Also she wondered if Tommy, in her position, would have been as mean to her. He seemed so sweet and submissive. He surely would be a better owner to anyone. Suddenly she caught herself fantasising what would happen if Tommy would be her owner. She shook her head again and opened the glass door. It had rained the night. A chilly wind ruffled her unprotected fur. She put both paws into the water barrel and threw it into her face. It was icy cold. Then the vixen went back in, locked the door and went back to lying on the floor. Then, because of a sudden urge, she took the phone and dialled a number. "Oriole? Hi, it's me, the crazy vixen. Sheesh calm down, I know what time it is. I just... I need a friend to talk right now. Yes, I know it's two in the morning. That's... okay, sorry. I didn't mean to... argh," she snarled and hit the off button. She continued staring at the ceiling. The phone rang two minutes later, startling her. The phone slipped out of her paws and she hope the sound would not wake anyone. "Yeah? It's okay. I understand, really. Tomorrow? After school, right. Thank you. No, really, thank you. Yes. Bye, bye, bye." She put the phone off and back to where it belonged. Then she went up the stairs, tiptoed into her room and sneaked under the blanked. She hugged the boy from behind and tried to get to sleep. * * * With brush in her mouth, Ruby tried to bind her hair together and comb her facial fur at the same time. It was a trick every girl was able to pull off at a certain age. But now a fourth string of thought tried to sneak into her mind, making her trip and bang her head on the sink. She groaned and hoped the incident would not leave a bruise or anything. She quickly finished brushing and combing but still had the thought that the hair tie was not matching her eye colour, another problem only girls at a certain age have. So she went into her room to find something like a red band she could quickly bind into her hair. As she was still wondering if it would look better as a pony tail or worn widely, the phone rang. She ran downstairs, almost tripped again and took the call. "Hello, sir. Oh. Okay. Yes, I'll take of that. A pity. Okay. Have a nice evening, sir." She put the phone away and grumbled to herself. This morning he had promised to drive her when he got back. But no, suddenly he's too busy. She sighed out loud and took a pen to write down a phone number, an address and that he please introduced himself as her father when calling. Then the vixen went upstairs and into her room. She put on her clothes, then took a pair of handcuffs from the drawer. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "He told me to do this." So she cuffed one of the boy's wrists to the bedpost. "I'll get you some hot tea before I go, okay?" The nodded with closed eyes and seemed to get back to dozing. Ruby brought him the tea, added some black toast, wondered if she had everything, took some of her allowance money and wondered where to but it. She remembered what she saw on TV once and put it into the side of her knickers. As long as she would not run or pounce too much, it should be safe there. She left the house, locked the door, looked around and hid the key behind a loose brick next to a window. After all the trust, he would not let her have a key to the house, which was fine by her. Actually she was happy as she went to the bus station and waited here. She felt good, for some reason. It was not all that cold, she sun was shining, and the thought of visiting Oriole at home was one that made something in her chest tingle. Tingle was not the right word, but the best she could find. Ruby smiled at the elderly bobcat waiting for the bus as well and tried to resist the urge to put the money into another place. It had slipped from the side to the front and from there right down where the bills rubbed uncomfortably against her female parts. * * * Ruby checked her hair in the window and then knocked. Then she knocked again. After ten seconds she got unbearable nervous and double checked street and house number. What if she had written down the wrong number? Or the wrong street? Or maybe it was the wrong day and Oriole was totally hating her because she did not show up on time or... The door opened. The raccoon girl smiled upon her. "Hi," she said. "Sorry, I had music on." Ruby smirked relieved. "It's okay. Sorry I'm so late." "I called at your place, but you were already gone." "Public transport can be really annoying." "Tell me about it," Oriole said. "But come on in." Ruby cleaned her feet awkwardly and stepped in. It was a small house, two floors. And it smelled like fresh cookies. Later she learned that I always smelled like cookies in here but neither Oriole nor her mother ever found out why. "I like your skirt," Oriole said happily. "Oh, thank you." The raccoon girl wore a pair of shorts and a simple top. Ruby felt a bit overdressed. "Say, can I use your bathroom?" the vixen asked. "Sure," Oriole said. "It's right over there." A voice came from kitchen. "Hannelore, is that your friend?" Oriole sighed. "Yes, mum," she answered as she showed Ruby the bathroom. "Honey, if you two need anything, you can help yourselves with the fridge. I'll be out tonight." "Yes, mum," Oriole said and sighed again. Ruby got into the bathroom, locked the door and reached inside her panties, pulling out the bills. The sighed in relief and washed them in the sink. Then she thought a moment and used the toilet anyway. After washing her paws she got out, feeling a lot better. "So, Hannelore, eh?" she grinned. "Oh please," Oriole said. "Please never say that ever again. I hate my name and I will change it the very moment I am 18, I swear." "I think it's cute." "Yeah, right... er, before... uh, I need to make a confession." The raccoon girl scratched her head. "What is it?" "I... don't have a toy boy." "Oh." "Yeah, I just claimed that in the network." Ruby shrugged. "That's okay, I'm fine with that." Oriole smiled at her. They got into her room, which was quite big compared to the house it was contained in. Ruby could not tell the colour of the walls as they were completely covered in about one third drawing of birds and two thirds of half naked girls and women, most of them playing some kind of instrument. There was a guitar in one corner, a bed in the other and a desk with a computer in the third. It was sparse on furniture but high on sound. The screen showed images one would imagine when in drug fever, and music flowed through the room, trying to fit to the pictures. Or the other way around. "Do you like Arcade Fire?" Oriole asked. "I honestly can't tell," Ruby answered. Then she had a seat on the bed. Oriole sat down next to the vixen. "So what was so important you had to call me at two in the morning on a school day?" "I'm... just worried." "Oh, is it boy trouble?" "Tommy's still sick. I think he's getting better, but that could only be temporary. I keep him warm, I keep him fed, but other than that, there's nothing I can do to help him. And I've got a really bad conscience about all that." Oriole nodded. "I don't think you should drown yourself in guilt about that, really." "You know, I'm not a slave any more. I got the paper to prove it. But that's all that it is: Just a piece of paper. The other day I had a nightmare where I forgot to bring it and then they dragged me away and took my clothes off and they chained me and then they..." Her voice trailed off. The raccoon hugged her suddenly. Ruby was not prepared for this and inched away arbitrarily. "If it helps, I always liked you as the girl you are. You're nice, you seem caring, but you had to put up with a lot of tough stuff. You should be happy, you know? Hardly anyone is so lucky as you are." Ruby sniffled and wiped a tear from her eye. "It helps a bit. But why do I still feel like a slave? Say, have you heard of the thing in Liverpool? And then in Southampton?" Oriole nodded slowly. "Uh, yeah, my mother wouldn't stop talking about that. You'd think she's out to a date, but actually I bet she's out to make photographs of cages or whatever." "There was a girl like me who just tried to get away. They just beat her up and shot her. She did not even try to defend herself." "Yes, but remember: Someone gave you the freedom to defend yourself! You're free, Ruby." Ruby leaned back and found the bed surprisingly big and soft. "I don't feel free," she sighed and closed her eyes. As she opened them, she saw Oriole's dark brown eyes closely. Then suddenly, the raccoon's lips touched hers, for a brief moment. Ruby was startled, but did not move. She never had been kissed before. Nobody every thought she was worth a kiss. Worth a kick, a fuck or a swear word, but never a kiss. A kiss was... She blinked as their lips disconnected. "Do you feel free now," Oriole asked. "Wow," Ruby managed to breathe out. "I think..." "You think what?" Oriole said in a sweet voice. "I think I want to do that again." Every time their lips connected, Ruby felt as if... as if falling into a pool of warm water. Oriole's lips tasted like strawberry. The bed was insanely soft and Ruby felt like sinking to the floor. Oriole got over her and they continued kissing. Ruby hugged the raccoon. The thoughts ceased. The doubt ceased. It was replaced by a feeling of content and, yes, freedom. There was just her, a soft bed, and a raccoon girl who was hugging and kissing her. Their tongues played with one another. Ruby felt pay exploring the fur under her top. She tried to do the same. Was this... was this romance? The thing normal, free people did when they want to make love? She noticed Oriole was trying to pull her top off. "Wait a moment," the vixen said. "Oh," Oriole said and stopped. "Too fast?" "I just want to make sure you're not doing this because I'm a girl and let you do that." "Ruby... I want to make love to your because you're Ruby. You are special to me." Ruby smiled broadly and helped Oriole to remove the top. "Oh, isn't that the bra I helped you choose?" "The only one I have," Ruby said. The raccoon pulled her own op over her head and threw it away. Then she removed the vixen's bra. They continued making out, until Oriole suddenly had to giggle because Ruby's paws were in her shorts, stroking her butt cheeks. "Have you eve done it with a girl before," Oriole asked. "Differently," Ruby answered. "Close your eyes," the raccoon suggested. Ruby obeyed and breathed heavily as skilful paws started massaging her breasts. A tongue licked her nipples, making the vixen giggle in enjoyment and kept her eyes closed. The vixen felt her skirt removed. Gentle paws moved inside her panties, were surprised to find fifteen pounds, put them to the small pile of clothes and continued stroking the vulpine crotch tenderly. Ruby twitched as a finger entered her. One paw massaged her breasts, the other caressing her crotch, she relaxed completely, enjoying the touches. She sighed as a muzzle touched her pubic area. Lips touched her thighs at several positions. The raccoon started making long trails on the vulpine fur. Ruby spread her legs and felt Oriole nuzzle her female parts. She actually was better at giving her oral pleasure than any other girl before. The raccoon made he tongue enter the vixen, then licked between the labia, played with the clitoris and went back inside. And as she also used her paws to massage Ruby's breast, the vixen felt close to an orgasm. She fought it, feeling it grow and become one of the best releases she ever had. She was practically screaming as she just let all the feelings and emotions go at once. She panted and shivered a bit. Oriole continued stroking her crotch and Ruby felt a small after-orgasm. "So?" Oriole asked. "You're great," Ruby said and got a kiss for it. Oriole's muzzle was moist. "Do you intend to return the favour?" The raccoon pulled off her shorts. They were full wet. "I do... but..." Oriole chuckled. "You don't have to lick me," she said and took Ruby's paw to touch her crotch. "Reach into the drawer," she suggested. It felt weird to her to have a paw on another girl's crotch. It welt moist and hot, just like her own. Just without the tingly feeling. She managed to open the drawer and found some toys. "Go on, chose one." "No..." Ruby said and shook her head. "No, sorry, I'd rather try to lick you... please tell me if I'm doing it wrong." "Oh," Oriole said disappointed. "Sorry." "No, no, I just... come on," Ruby said, smirked and was a bit surprised as she actually had a dripping vagina right in front of her face. Oriole leaned against the wall and moaned as the soft canine tongue ran over her crotch. Ruby started with lapping up the juices and from there just went on how she would have wanted it herself. She moved her tongue between the labia and was surprised that it did not, in fact, taste bad. Semen was a much worse taste. The raccoon girl almost ripped off a picture from the wall as Ruby worked on. Oriole was rather noisy, unlike Ruby. The vixen ruffled the raccoon's back fur and worked on the crotch, blinding out everything else. It hit her rather off guard as Oriole suddenly screamed loudly, ripped a nude guitar playing girl from the wall and something sticky flushed all over her face. Ruby coughed while the raccoon fell over. "You can't tell me you never did that before," Oriole said, as she found breathe again. "I really didn't." The raccoon cuddled up to Ruby. "I think I'll keep you." "Very funny." Oriole switched the light off and they made out until it wore them out enough to fall asleep together. * * * Ruby woke up and looked into darkness. Some memories crept into her mind. A naked girl slept partly over her. The vixen blinked. Oriole had a deep sleep, otherwise she'd be awaken by her own snoring. Ruby smiled to herself as she thought of the evening. It really made her feel a lot better. But there was something. Something... Her stomach grumbled loudly. Her throat felt dry. She hadn't eaten anything since last morning, and not drunken since... well, quite a time. So she carefully wriggled out of Oriole's grip. The raccoon's mother had said she could help herself with anything, right? She tiptoed out of the room. The house was still and quiet. She quickly took a step into the bathroom, wiped her crotch, used the toilet and washed her muzzle for a reason she did not clearly know. Thinking clearly was a real problem anyway. After the third try she found the right switch for the light in the kitchen. But it did not take her long to find a glass and have a drink. The fridge was tiny compared to the one at her master's house. But it contained about the same amount of food which was a praise to the logistic abilities of Oriole's mother. Ruby found a package of sausages and started to mind map a way to reach them. It could be done, but not without taking out at least three other items and she was not sure if she would be able to stack them the same space saving way again. This was either the work of a very talented mother or higher mathematics. Finally she made to get the pack of sausages out before she was freezing completely. Also she hardly got stuck. And that was the moment the back door opened and Ruby had two thoughts in her mind. One, Oriole's mother was coming home to find her raiding the fridge. And two: She was still fully naked, alone in the kitchen and had a huge sausage in her paw. She'd been so used to being naked indoors that she'd completely to put anything on. "Oh, hi," Oriole's mother greeted. Ruby blushed so hard it made her orange fur red. "Uh, er, um... hello?" The raccoon took off her coat and put it over her chair. "I've had too much of a stressful evening to make you feel awkward. Usually they have the decency to at least put on knickers or something." "I... uh, was just hungry." "Go on, don't let me stop you." Thankfully Ruby ate the sausage and offered the woman one of them. "Oh, thanks. You don't seem to be my daughter's type, I thought she wasn't into the skinny type but oh well." Ruby decided to just nod politely. "Don't tell her I know she's lesbian, though. Hannelore's so cute when she tries to hide it from me. But she had four girlfriends so far and she's very noisy." "I noticed." The vixen stretched. "Well, I think I'll go back to bed, if you don't mind..." She turned around. "Wait, what's that on your back?" Ruby froze. "I'm free!" she cried out. "I can prove it! I've got a paper... I... I left it at home, please don't turn me in!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, little girl. I'm not gonna do any of that. But I want to talk to you." Ruby relaxed a little. "I... are you Josephine Miller? I saw you on TV last night!" "Oh? And here I though Midnight Talk was just pretentious people fighting aloud and nobody would really stay up to watch it. But yes. I'm Josephine Miller. Slave rights activist," she said and offered a paw. Ruby shook it absent mindedly. "I think I want to talk to you." "Oh I'd love to talk to you. But... would you do me a favour and at least put some knickers on, honey?" Ruby blushed deeply. "Yes..."