When I was very young, my parents would strike me. Not often, mind you. I don’t wish to create the false impression that my childhood was worse than it actually was. But I don’t want to shy away from it, either. It’s important, if you want to understand why I returned to Cluaran Creek, Kansas, for you to first be given the context for why I left in the first place. Calling them abusive would be a gross exaggeration, but they were strict. Excessively so, though perhaps that’s my own personal perceptions colouring my memories. And, well, getting their side of the story is unfortunately impossible.

That was about as much as Tamara Castellano could stomach. So much as looking at the words on the screen made her want to fucking vomit. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. Not that it wasn’t true – if anything, that just made it worse. She hated her parents, right up until they abruptly died on her. That was really the core of the problem. She hated her parents, a lot. But now they were dead. And so she couldn’t bring herself to speak ill of them. Even if it was true. It didn’t help that she found herself slipping back into her comfortable old writing habits. Pretentious, disingenuous garbage. Perfectly fine for writing trashy true crime novels. Not so much for writing a memoir.

And anyway, it was all bullshit. Her parents didn’t “strike” her, they just spanked her when she was bad. Corporal punishment wasn’t exactly considered acceptable anymore, but it was hardly comparable to real, recurrent physical abuse. Her parents were just old. That’s all. She stood behind her decision to leave and cut ties, but... Well, if it had really been that bad, she wouldn’t be here right now. Her mother had contacted her with the news of her father’s passing, along with the offer of an olive branch. And she’d taken it.

It’s just that it had all happened too late. By the time she arrived, her mother had also died.

“Fuck this,” she muttered under her breath. “Fuck this.”

Ctrl-a, delete, ctrl-s, close the program. About as close to tearing the page out of the typewriter and tossing it into the fireplace as she could get, considering she worked digitally. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She slammed a fist into her desk, choking back tears. “God dammit.”

This was clearly pointless. It was obvious that she wasn’t going to be making any real progress. Not like this. She needed to decompress. To take some time and fucking think, rather than just diving into writing a book about her dead parents while in the middle of organizing the funeral for her dead fucking parents. Letting out a loud groan, she shoved her chair back and left her bedroom. A cup of tea and some fresh air would... well, it was better than stewing in misery and guilt.

“You doin’ okay, Tam?”

“I’m fine,” she lied. “Just, uh. Just a bit of writer’s block.”

Kyle’s face soured, just slightly. That was all, though. They’d already had that shouting match earlier in the day. He felt writing a novel about their parents’ funeral was tacky and exploitative. She felt like she had to write something, or else this whole sojourn would have been a fucking waste of time. He thought that attitude was somehow even tackier. And then they’d both agreed to just fucking drop it. “You know what? Why don’t we break into dad’s stash?”

“... Maybe later. After the funeral.”

“Okay.” Kyle shrugged. “I dunno. I think maybe you should be finding a healthier way to come with this than getting mad at your computer.”

“Like alcohol?”

“... Yeah, okay, fair. I’m just worried that if we wait too long it’ll turn into vinegar.” He shrugged again. “Just don’t hurt yourself, ‘kay?”

“I’m not going to hurt myself,” she said, as reassuring as she could manage. “I do think I’m gonna go out and get some fresh air, though.”

“It’s kinda late.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Just... Outside.”

“Maybe you should go and get something to eat? You did kinda miss dinner. And lunch. And breakfast.”

“I’m not really hungry.”

“When was the last time you ate.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Tam.”

“I don’t know. Not since before I got here, I guess.”

“Jesus Christ, Tam.” Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Well, that explains a lot. Look, most places are probably gonna be closed by now, but the Nighthawk’s definitely still open.”

Tammy found herself thoroughly unsurprised that the Nighthawk Diner was still around. It was something of a local institution. It had been around for decades when she was a child, and it wasn’t going anywhere for as long as there were people who wanted a cheap burger at three in the morning – especially considering the only other option was a three hour drive to the nearest McDonald’s.

“I can give you twenty bucks.”

“I can pay for my own food, Kyle.”

“Tam.”

“No, seriously, it’s fine. I’m an adult, I’ve got a bank account.”

“And how much money is in your bank account?”

“Enough.”

“I’m giving you a twenty.”

“Oh my god, it’s fine.” She rolled her eyes. “I live in New York, if one twenty dollar dinner out was a problem I would be homeless. Trust me, I probably have more money squirrelled away than you.”

“Couldja maybe use another word there?”

“No.”

“Ugh.”

Tamara turned and headed into the entryway, where she’d left her purse and shoes. After a moment’s further thought, she also grabbed her jacket. It was late, and it could get very cold at night, especially in the winter. Winter weather was generally extremely unpredictable. It could be very mild one day, and then frigid the next. She’d rather have a jacket and not need it than need one and not have it. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Right, have fun. Don’t die.” Kyle winced even as the words left his mouth. Tamara found herself tensing up slightly. “... Sorry, bad taste.”

“Hey. They were your parents too.”

“Right. Right, yeah. Stay safe out there.”

Tamara rolled her eyes. “It’s fine. When has anything bad happened in Cluaran Creek?” With that, she turned and left her childhood home.

The jacket was, it turned out, unnecessary. It was cool out, but not cold. She could probably have gotten away without wearing it, but it was easier to keep it on for now. And anyway, there was plenty of time for the temperature to drop significantly. That being said, the Nighthawk wasn’t exactly far. Nowhere was particularly far. That had been true when she was a child, and it remained true now. Cars were almost completely unnecessary, except for the fact that you just plain couldn’t get everything you might need without driving for a few hours to a bigger town.

It only took ten minutes to get to the diner, which was, in fact, still open. It looked exactly like she remembered it. A prefabricated stainless steel shell that had been plopped down sometime in the early 1950s and had remained almost completely unchanged in the following decades. The exterior was silver and blue with a big, red neon sign telling people its name, and another, smaller neon sign that simply read “diner” in all caps. There was a small parking lot to the side, and it was positioned close to the highway – which, in all honesty, was probably most of why it had lasted so long. Enough people drove by the town, saw a cheap eatery, and stopped for a burger and some coffee.

God, she could really fucking go for a burger and some coffee right about now. She hadn’t lied when she’d said she hadn’t eaten since getting here. Hell, the last time she’d eaten was on the flight to Missouri City, and that had just been a handful of peanuts. Her last actual real meal had been a stop at Wendy’s at LaGuardia before her flight. And that... Christ, that had been yesterday. As she stepped into the building and was hit with the smell of grease and meat, her stomach let out a very loud growl of protest at that fact.

“Well! Sounds like someone’s hungry,” said a waitress, a portly pig woman who seemed to be in her mid-40s at a glance. The diner was otherwise mostly empty – there was a cook behind the counter and a rabbit in front of it, and that was it.

“Yeah. Uh. Yeah. Kinda.”

“Well, don’t you worry, we’ll fix that up right quick. Take a seat and I’ll get you a menu.”

“Double cheeseburger, fries, coffee.”

“Well! Somebody knows what she wants.”

Tamara shrugged. “The menu can’t have changed that much in ten years.”

“Oh?” The waitress leaned in just close enough to be intruding on Tamara’s personal space, squinting as she examined the somewhat bewildered squirrel more closely. Close enough that she couldn’t not read the woman’s nametag – Flo, apparently. “Oh! Well, if it ain’t little Tammy! Gosh, has it really been ten years?”

“About that, yeah.” Four years of school followed by six years as a fairly successful journalist and non-fiction writer. She had three books under her belt, all of them NYT bestsellers – not that that particularly meant much. She’d been very excited the first time she managed to make the list, even if it hadn’t broken the top ten, before her agent pointed out that, legally speaking, the list was editorial content. It wasn’t completely meaningless, but there were plenty of books that were bestsellers in terms of numbers that never made the list. Apparently the author of the Exorcist had sued them over it in the ‘80s and lost. Still, she was successful enough that she had her student debt under control. Mostly.

Flo nodded. And, apparently, was content to leave it at that. Cluaran Creek wasn’t a big town, and so she almost certainly had at least an inkling as to why Tammy was back in town. And was also clearly smart enough to know she’d probably rather not talk about it. “Grab a seat and your food’ll be with you in a few minutes, hon.”

“Thanks.” With that, Flo left towards the kitchen. Tammy briefly considered sitting at the counter – it would be kind of a dick move to take a booth as only a single person. But, on further thought, this wasn’t NYC. There was no chance in hell this place was gonna get busy enough for taking up a booth to be particularly relevant, let alone rude.

Besides, there wasn’t really much room at the counter. The one other customer took up quite a lot of space by virtue of being fairly large. God, she had to be well over six feet, a fact that was driven home when she stood up and charged forward, pulling Tammy into a hug that left her head wedged firmly between the rabbit’s very large breasts. “Mnf!”

“Gosh, it’s so good to see you again!!!!”

“MNF!”

“Oh! Oh, um. Sorry.” The rabbit slowly let Tammy go, and the squirrel took a deep breath of fresh air that wasn’t suffused with titsweat. She shuffled sheepishly, which would have been almost funny given her size were it not for the fact that she’d just extremely thoroughly violated Tammy’s personal space. She looked to be around the same age, in spite of being almost seven feet tall. She had brown fur, mostly covered by what she was pretty sure was intended to be modest clothing – a sweater and skirt that went down to her knees. But, well, her breasts were around the size of her head. It didn’t help that the hug had wedged the sweater in between them, making them even more clearly outlined than they otherwise would be. Normally at least it wouldn’t have cleavage for her crucifix necklace to comfortably nestle in between, but at the moment it did.

Eye contact was difficult, given the raw size difference between the two, but Tammy was annoyed enough to power through it. She glowered at the larger woman, who awkwardly adjusted her glasses. They were big and round to the point where they looked more like a weird parody of nerd glasses. Tammy suspected they might very well be fake, only worn for aesthetic purposes, though that was somewhat countered by the fact that her lavender eyes were slightly distorted by the lenses.

“Do I know you?” Tammy tried not to be too terse about it. It had been, after all, quite a long time since she’d lived in Cluaran Creek, and she hadn’t exactly made a great effort to remember the people she’d known. Especially since she’d met an awful lot of people in the years since. Flo apparently knew her, but she sure as fuck didn’t know Flo. So it was entirely possible that whoever this large rabbit woman was, she was close enough to warrant the big hug.

But, well, Tammy had never been a very huggy person. She valued her personal space fairly highly. And she didn’t really care for people she was close to violating it, let alone a complete stranger.

“Oh.” The woman drooped in disappointment. “You don’t remember me?”

“I don’t really remember anyone,” Tammy clarified.

“Well, it has been a long time. And, um, I’ve changed a lot so that probably doesn’t help.” She shuffled awkwardly, which was kind of funny considering she was so fucking big. “It’s Penny. Penny Lane. You know. Like the song?”

“Oh,” Tammy said, though it took a few more moments for it to properly click. “Oh! What? Bullshit you’re Penny, you used to be shorter than me.”

Penny smiled sheepishly. “Puberty was late and generous.”

“Jesus, I’ll say.” It was difficult to reconcile the Penny she knew with the woman in front of her. As a child, and indeed up until they had graduated high school, Penny had been an extremely waifish thing. Scrawny and skinny and nerdy, the kind of person who attracted endless attention from bullies. They had got along well because Tammy was also the kind of person who attracted endless attention from bullies. They also lived near enough to each other to have actual playdates, which was rare – Cluaran Creek barely had enough children to justify having an elementary school and outright didn’t have enough to justify a separate high school, so all the teenagers went to school in bigger towns nearby. And, of course, the locals liked to gang up on the outsiders – especially if those outsiders made for easy targets.

They hadn’t exactly been close. Not really. They’d not been friends for any real, tangible reasons – no common interests, not particularly compatible personalities, nothing like that. They’d been friends because they didn’t have any other options.

Of course, that wasn’t to say that Tammy wasn’t happy to see her. She moved to take a seat at the counter, although after careful consideration she decided to leave a seat in between them. Or two. Penny took up a lot of horizontal space and Tammy valued her breathing room.

“I read your books,” Penny said. “I liked them.”

“Thanks.” She could tell pretty clearly that Penny was pointedly dancing around the obvious question. ‘Why did you come back?’ She, like Flo, absolutely knew. Unlike Flo, she wasn’t quite socially adept enough to not be obvious that she was avoiding the subject. “So you know what I’ve been up to, then. What about you?”

“Oh, things have been fine,” she said, just a bit tersely. “I’m the teacher now. There’s not enough kids for us to need more than the one. I also teach at Sunday school sometimes, but there’s not really much call for it these days. Not enough religious people.”

“Hey, a job’s a job. Gotta make money where you can in this economy, yanno?” Flo placed a cup of freshly brewed black coffee in front of Tammy, while Penny poked halfheartedly at a slice of cherry pie.

“I like teaching.”

“It suits you.”

“Sometimes the older boys get a bit... distracted, though.”

“I, uh. I can imagine.”

“They’re not really old enough to understand that I’m taken.”

“Oh, you have a boyfriend?”

Penny blushed furiously, just barely visible beneath pale chocolate-brown fur. “Something like that. You actually know her, believe it or not.”

Once again, it took a moment for what Penny said to actually click. “Oh. Oh! Um. Wow, that’s unexpected.”

“I generally try not to make a big deal of it. The pastor was a bit scandalized at first but he’s been surprisingly supportive, so long as we, ah... Keep anything indecent behind closed doors.” She shrugged. “Honestly, I’m okay with that. I’m reluctant to hold hands in public, much less kiss.”

“You never really struck me as being gay.”

Penny nervously pulled on her ear. “Sometimes people can surprise you.”

“You’ve done pretty much nothing but surprise me today.”

“What about you? Does the world famous writer have time for romance in her life?”

“Ha. Nope.” Tammy nursed her coffee like it was a glass of scotch. “Honestly, I don’t even really have time to be here. But... Well.”

The mood darkened, just a bit. “Yeah... Sorry.”

“It’s fine. We weren’t exactly close.”

“But they were still your parents?”

“Exactly.” Tammy sighed as Flo arrived with her burger. She ultimately elected to take that opportunity to just drop the subject. There were still a lot of things that she could say – and which she really probably should say – but honestly she didn’t really want to say them.

“Well, after we finish eating, why don’t you stop by my place. We can watch bad romance movies and you can meet my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, you said I know her?”

“It’s BJ, believe it or not.”

“Bullshit, BJ moved out of town in fucking middle school when her parents divorced.”

“She came back,” Penny replied with a shrug and a tone of voice that implied there was much more to the story than what she was telling. Certainly, much like Tammy only came back when her parents died, she couldn’t imagine Billie Jean van Bruggen coming back unless she had no other options.

Where Tammy and Penny had both been bully magnets, BJ was the opposite. She outright sought bullies, intentionally starting fights with them. In the process, she had incidentally ended up regularly defending Tammy and Penny – though, to be brutally honest, she wasn’t exactly good at it. She was short and wimpy, even moreso than Penny. But where the rabbit was a softspoken and passive person, BJ was a firebrand. Hot-headed and impulsive. And, in retrospect, maybe just a bit stupid. Tammy was no psychoanalyst, but she’d always gotten the impression that there was maybe just a bit of insecurity there, too. Small town girl who wanted to be cool and badass but wasn’t.

It probably didn’t help that her home life wasn’t great, as evidenced by the divorce. Hell, she almost certainly had more cause to hate her parents than Tammy ever did. As far as she was aware, they weren’t strict the way Tammy’s were. But they fought. A lot. It was something the whole town was aware of but that no one really wanted to talk about, at the time. And then they’d split up and BJ had moved away to some big city or other with her dad. Not even anywhere nearby, like Missouri City. No, it was somewhere in Texas as far as Tammy could recall.

“Well, uh. It’ll be nice to see her again. I guess.” Truth be told, Tammy didn’t exactly like BJ all that much. She got the impression that, if there hadn’t been bullies for her to throw herself at, she herself would probably have been the bully. Of course, on the other hand, it had been something like sixteen years. That was more than enough time for her to mellow out and mature, if only a bit.

“It was... certainly a happy surprise when she came back.”

“I can imagine, considering you’re dating now.” Penny blushed furiously. “Are you sure you’re okay with me coming over? I don’t wanna be a third wheel.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry. BJ will be happy to see you, too.”

“If you say so,” Tammy said with a shrug before getting to work on her burger. It was exactly how she liked it; substantial. She’d never been a fan of the stupid fucking smashburger trend. Nine times out of ten it resulted in a dry, soulless burger that was all crust and nothing else. Give her a proper patty any day, even if it meant it took longer to cook. She wasn’t in a rush, or she’d have ordered it to go. Each patty was a good half-inch thick and done to perfect medium. Cooked through, but still juicy and with a hint of pink in the middle. They were each topped with one Kraft single – none of that hipster bullshit of using real cheddar that ended up separating into an ugly oily mess that tasted way too strong and overwhelmed the actual fucking burger. Waste of perfectly good cheese, as far as she was concerned. Kraft singles were literally fucking designed for this specific purpose, and they did their job well.

There was also a slice of fresh tomato, almost as thick as the patties and surprisingly juicy considering it was decidedly not tomato season, and far too many rounds of dill pickles (which was exactly how Tammy liked it). The bun was toasted, just enough to give it some texture and structure without burning it, and each side had a thin layer of mayo and exactly no other condiments. The fries were crispy and fluffy, fresh out of being fried in sunflower oil (not peanut oil – as much as it was weirdly popular among fast food restaurants, it was also the single most common lethal food allergy and so the Nighthawk had always made a point of avoiding peanuts in general) and tossed in just enough salt to not be bland without overwhelming the flavour.

In short, it was perfect. Or at least perfect by Tammy’s standards. This was what she grew up on. Nostalgia on a bun. Every birthday, for both her and her brother, they’d gone to the Nighthawk, and every birthday she’d ordered pretty much exactly this, except with a milkshake instead of coffee. Hell, if it weren’t for Penny’s invitation, she might very well have considered ordering a milkshake as dessert.

But, well, she did have places to be. She couldn’t imagine Penny was going to take much longer with her pie, and anyway she didn’t want to indulge too much. This could be her cheat day or something, but she didn’t want to fall too far off her diet.

Although, on the other hand, she didn’t exactly have the kind of options she did back in the big city. If it wasn’t available in the one single supermarket within reasonable driving distance or at the local farmers’ market, then it wasn’t available period. Which meant that her diet was going to have to make concessions to what was cheap and available. And anyway,  she couldn’t help but admit to herself that it felt nice to have a greasy, juicy, salty, horribly unhealthy meal every now and then.

The burger went distressingly quickly. After not eating for more than a day she ended up fucking starving. And so, while she’d have preferred to savour it just a little bit, her body wolfed it down on raw instinct. She made a point of not immediately downing the rest of her coffee – if only because Penny still hadn’t finished her pie. Somehow, she found herself oddly excited to encounter a friendly face in Cluaran Creek so early on.

“Don’t feel like you have to wait for me. I’m probably going to get my pie boxed up.”

“Okay.” That honestly made sense – Penny hadn’t actually touched it since they’d sat back down. Just poked at it with her fork. “Overestimated how hungry you were?”

“It’s very good cherry pie,” Penny replied with a blush.

“Well, it’ll probably be just as good tomorrow.” With that, Tammy finished off her coffee. “Cheque, please.”

“I’ll get that right to ya’,” Flo said with a smile. “You too, Penny?”

“Yes please.”

Flo left, returning only a few minutes later with cheques for both women and a small box for Penny’s leftover pie. Tammy quickly pulled out her credit card, placing it on top of both cheques. “Oh. Um. I can pay for my own food.”

“Let me pay for it this time.”

“Um.”

“Just this once, I promise.”

“I don’t want to impose.”

“It’s not an imposition. Successful author, remember?”

“Well, okay. If you insist.”

“I do, in fact, insist.”

Payment went smoothly. Tammy made a point of only using her credit card for small purchases, so there was no danger of her hitting her limit any time soon. Especially considering that a burger, some coffee, and a slice of pie at the Nighthawk wasn’t exactly bankbreaking. Penny transferred the pie into the box and then the two women left the building. As soon as they were clear of the building, Tammy reached into her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

“Oh. You smoke?”

“Yep. Do you mind?”

“Kind of.”

“Then it can wait.” Tammy put the pack back into her purse unceremoniously. “I should probably fucking quit at some point anyway.” She’d spent much of her childhood being bombarded left and right with PSAs about how smoking even one single cigarette would immediately turn your lungs black and shrivelled, killing you instantly. Claims that she had been skeptical of – she was pretty sure everyone was smart enough to realize that no actually smoking wasn’t quite that bad for you. And so she had picked up the habit as a form of rebellion. And, to a degree, because of the aesthetic. What kind of true crime author worth her fucking salt didn’t smoke? Of course, she wasn’t stupid, either. She limited herself to at most a single cigarette a day, which meant that one pack lasted her almost a full month. Much easier on both her lungs and her pocketbook.

It also meant she had enough self-discipline to go without for now, out of courtesy for her companion. But not quite enough self-discipline to quit outright. Hence why she put the pack in her purse instead of just throwing it out. It wasn’t like she was having health problems or anything, and anyway it was a brand new pack she wasn’t gonna just toss eight fucking dollars in the trash because a childhood acquaintance happened to be a non-smoker.

Penny’s house was not, it turned out, very far. Not that Tammy was particularly surprised by that fact – nowhere in Cluaran Creek was particularly far from anywhere else in Cluaran Creek. You only really started to hit significant distances when you started to go out of town. Though, somehow, in spite of everything being in walking distance, every house seemed to have almost a full fucking block to itself. Everything was paradoxically both close and far apart at the same time. Regardless, it barely took them more than twenty minutes to get from the Nighthawk to Penny’s house. On the way, Penny called up Kyle to let him know where she was. He seemed happy to know that she’d already managed to make a friend (sort of). She didn’t care what he thought either way. Frankly she wasn’t even really sure why she’d agreed to this. Maybe it was just... a way to take her mind off of things. Off of her parents, off of the novel, off of the funeral. What the fuck else was she supposed to do in this shithole town?

“I’m back!”

“Welcome home, Mi-”

“I’ve brought a friend, too,” Penny said, quickly cutting off whatever greeting BJ was going to give. Conspicuously so. Which had the opposite of what was probably the intended effect; Tammy immediately put together exactly what word that began with the letter M that BJ was about to call Penny. She hadn’t pegged them as being quite that kinky. Though, on the other hand, she’d not really pegged Penny as being gay at all. So honestly there being some sort of weird BDSM powerplay thing going on behind closed doors didn’t really surprise her quite as much as it probably would have an hour ago.

“Oh! Um. Give me a minute, I’m. Um. I’m not exactly-”

“It’s fine, you’ve not got anything Tammy hasn’t seen before.”

“U-um...”

Penny sighed. “It’s fine, dear,” she said succinctly. Her tone of voice made it abundantly clear that it was the final word on the matter.

“O-oh, okay.”

“Good girl.” There was something... weird about Penny’s tone of voice. Maybe it was just how extremely out of character it was for her to be the dom in this situation? Tammy couldn’t really say. And, frankly, it wasn’t really her place to say.

Penny might have decided she was okay with Tammy knowing more about their sex lives, but BJ was still clearly not comfortable. It took her a solid minute to actually poke her head out of the kitchen. First came her ears, long and triangular. The most standout feature of her species – something that she and Penny had in common, Tammy supposed. That was at least one thing. It was followed shortly by her eyes and then her vulpine snout, at which point she stopped. “Hi, Tammy. Sorry about this, if I’d known you were stopping by I’d not have done naked baking.”

“Naked baking?”

“Yeah,” BJ said, smiling awkwardly. “You know. Like normal baking but with your clothes off.”

“I figured.”

“The last batch of cookies just came outta the oven, actually, if you’d like some.”

“We just ate,” Penny said. Not quite tersely, but there was an air of finality to it.

“Oh...”

“I have some leftover pie. Please put it in the fridge while I go and get some incense.”

“Oh. Um. Yes’m.”

“Good girl.” BJ cringed slightly, presumably embarrassed that apparently Penny had just decided they were going to keep up whatever BDSM roleplay thing they had going on behind closed doors even though Tammy was right fucking there. Which, frankly, Tammy didn’t blame her for. The much larger woman strode from the doorway to the kitchen to hand the boxed pie over to BJ, and Tammy couldn’t help but notice just how few steps it took. It wasn’t like Penny was rushing or anything, she just inherently moved quickly by virtue of, again, being almost seven feet tall. The smaller fennec quickly scurried off into the kitchen while Penny turned back to face Tammy. “Make yourself comfortable! I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Yeah, uh, incense?”

“Yes,” Penny said flatly. “A... friend turned me onto it. It’s very soothing.”

“Okay, if you say so.” Given the way Penny had phrased it, Tammy was pretty sure it wasn’t just any old sandalwood and lavender incense. If Tammy hadn’t really pegged Penny as a lesbian, she’d specifically pegged her as not a recreational drug user. But, well, that might have been BJ being a bad influence. Or someone else – she’d said that a ‘friend’ had turned her onto it, after all. Or, fuck it, it could really just be sandalwood and lavender and Tammy was just reading euphemisms where there were no euphemisms.

“The TV’s right there,” Penny said, as though it wasn’t obvious. It was the same house that Tammy had visited hundreds of times as a child, and anyway it wasn’t exactly the most complicated layout. A small entry hallway led into a large family room with a TV and several couches. To either side there were open doorways leading into the kitchen, and behind that was the expansive backyard. To the right there were a pair of staircases. One led up to a small hallway with two bedrooms, a small library, and the one bathroom. The other led down to the basement which, if Tammy remembered correctly, had the utility room, storage space, a creepy crawlspace (that Penny absolutely wouldn’t fit inside of anymore), and a small area for the children to watch cartoons and play video games in back when they were still children. “I’ll be back shortly,” Penny finished as she took the latter staircase, vanishing into the basement just as BJ emerged from the kitchen.

The fox was not actually naked, it turned out, or at least not technically. She had a beige-yellow apron on, which covered everything relevant. Or at least, everything relevant on the front – as she turned around to quickly close the kitchen door, Tammy got a nice solid look at her ass.

It was a nice enough ass, she supposed. She honestly didn’t really have all that much of an opinion, and only really noticed it because how could you not, given BJ’s pointed lack of any clothing beyond the apron that rather perfectly framed her big round heart-shaped butt. She wasn’t quite on the level of Penny’s curves, but she was still definitely rounder overall than Tammy remembered her being. That wasn’t really surprising, though, considering that the last time she’d seen BJ they’d both been twelve. She was also shorter than Penny – fuck it, she was shorter than Tammy. Where the rabbit was almost seven feet tall, the fox was likely not even five. She just barely came up to Tammy’s shoulders, and likely didn’t reach the undersides of Penny’s boobs. Short, but wide. Decent hips, decent ass, decent tits, not really on par with her girlfriend, even proportionally speaking, but still nothing to sneeze at, Tammy supposed. Again; she didn’t really have all that much of an opinion. She’d had a bit of a bi-curious phase in college, just like everyone did. But she’d done some experimenting and was fairly confident in her heterosexuality.

Of course, on the other hand, she’d been even more confident in Penny’s heterosexuality. Right up until Penny had casually mentioned having a girlfriend. Clearly Tammy’s gaydar wasn’t exactly the most accurate. And she had just spent an awful lot of time musing about BJ’s ass.

“So, uh, how’re you doing? Haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“I’m fine,” Tammy said with a shrug, extremely thankful for the change in subject. “I’ve got an income, I’ve got a place to live, I’ve got a social circle.” That last bit was kind of a fib. She didn’t really have all that much in the way of a social circle – but, then again, she didn’t really feel like she needed much of a social circle. Tammy had never really been all that fond of people. And, frankly, she didn’t really have the time to maintain much of a social circle. Between writing and editing and promoting her books, she didn’t really have room to maintain relationships.

“Yeah, I heard you’re an author now?”

A three-time New York Times bestseller, to be specific, though Tammy didn’t actually say that out loud for reasons that were probably obvious. “Yeah.”

“I haven’t gottten around to readin’ ‘em, sorry.”

“I don’t expect everyone to have read my books, it’s fine,” she replied with a smile and a roll of her eyes.

“Penny won’t shut up about ‘em, though.”

“She won’t?”

“Well, okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. Mostly I think she’s just got some small-town pride thing goin’ on. Big ol’ world-famous author happens to come from Cluaran Creek, an’ it’s someone she knows too.”

“I guess that makes sense.”

“She does seem to genuinely like ‘em, though.”

Tammy kicked off her shoes and headed over to the main couch, the one directly facing the TV. The blinds were closed, which made sense because the windows were big and positioned such that if the blinds weren’t closed someone on the street could probably see almost the entire god damn house. Or at least a lot more than the average person was probably comfortable with, especially if they were naked baking. Natural light was nice, but at fucking night with the lights on, leaving the blinds closed made logical sense. Even if there was, like, zero fucking chance of someone being on the street at all. “How about you?” she said, sitting on one side of the couch, leaving plenty of room for Penny and BJ to cuddle. “What brings you back to this shithole?”

“It’s not that bad...” BJ said, prompting a Look from Tammy. “Well, okay, yeah, it kinda sucks. But I wouldn’t call it a shithole. Just kinda small. But Penny’s here, so it can’t be all bad.” She shrugged. “I just... felt like it was the right move.”

“I’m not buying it,” Tammy said tersely. “The only reason I even considered coming back was my parents fucking dying. I straight up do not fucking believe that you’d just decide ‘yeah I escaped Cluaran Creek but I’m just gonna fucking move back on a whim.’”

BJ’s face soured slightly. “Fine. You’re right, I’m not here because I want to be. Or at least I didn’t come here because I wanted to.”

“... That was kinda harsh, sorry.”

“No, no, I know why you’re here, it’s only fair I tell you why I’m here. ‘specially since it’s not nearly as... personal as your reason.” BJ took a seat in the middle of the couch. “You know about the divorce, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Dad won custody at first, because he had a job and mom didn’t. But he couldn’t hold the job so I ended up bouncing around relatives a lot. A lot. I never really got the chance to put down roots, yanno? No stability durin’ the time when you really need stability. Got in trouble a lot, barely graduated high school, outright didn’t graduate college.  Failed pretty much everything and then dropped out to form a shitty punk band. Like, yanno, what pretty much every college dropout does.” She sighed, drooping slightly forward. “Things were actually okay for a bit. Got a job as a bartender to support things between gigs and then just sort of... did that for about four years or so?”

“Okay. But then things started to go wrong?”

“Yeah. Fucking... the entire rest of the god damn band went behind my back and replaced me! Apparently I was a ‘confrontational asshole’ and ‘couldn’t carry a fucking tune’. Which, like, fuck you, it’s indie punk rock, that’s the entire fucking genre, and none of you assholes could play your instruments either. Tried to start a new band but the fuckers’d bad-mouthed me to basically everyone who mattered. And, of course, at around the same time I lost my job at the bar. ‘cause, you know, when it rains, it rains.”

“Yeesh.”

“Tried getting other jobs, but I couldn’t hold ‘em down. And like okay yeah, I’ve got a bad attitude. Wouldn’t you have a bad attitude in that situation? But god fucking dammit I was trying and they all acted like I wasn’t trying. And I keep getting fired after a few months, and then after a few days, and that’s if I can get ‘em to hire me at all, and I need to eat and pay rent and utilities and I’ve only got so much savings and eventually I run out and get evicted. So I use the last of my money to come back here and beg my mom for a place to stay while I try and put my life back together.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, I thought you said this was less dramatic.”

“Yeah, uh. Yeah. Sorry. Kinda vented there for a bit.”

“It’s fine. Fuck, that sucks.” Tammy couldn’t help but feel bad for BJ. The story didn’t exactly make her sound blameless, mind – she hadn’t been there, so she didn’t know how justified her band had been in replacing her or her employers in firing her. Given everything she knew about BJ, it seemed more believable that she was a jerk and did deserve to get fired, objectively speaking. But... Well, sitting here, watching the poor thing on the verge of tears, she couldn’t bring herself to be properly objective.

“Yeah. If it weren’t for Penny, I... honestly, I don’t know where I’d be right now. The job market in Cluaran Creek ain’t exactly, you know, thriving. And my mom’s one of those boomers who thinks you can just slap a resume down on a place’s counter and immediately get hired, so who fuckin’ knows how long her patience’d have held out if I hadn’t moved out.”

“Yeah, uh, how’s she feel about you dating girls?”

“Almost creepily supportive. I think she’s just glad I’m not homeless.” She shrugged, leaning back in her chair. “It’s not like me being gay is, like, new or anythin’. I started dating girls back in high school.”

“Well, hey, things’re looking up, right?”

“Yep. I’ve got a girlfriend and I’ve got a house and my bandcamp page is doin’ pretty well.” She leaned back into the couch, resting her head on the back. “And, y’know, they always say that livin’ well’s the best revenge ‘n shit.”

“It’s definitely the best revenge in this particular case. They tried to ruin your life, your life isn’t ruined.”

“Yeah, I haven’t been keeping track of whatever shit they’ve been up to, but I’m willing to bet none of ‘em are homeowners. Technically. Co-homeowner. I help pay some of the bills. ‘s my Netflix.”

“Well, we’re apparently gonna be using your Netflix to watch bad romance movies.” Tammy picked up the remote, browsing through various categories. “Romances... is there a way to sort it by lowest rating?”

“Man, I don’t even know how to sort by genre. Browsing Netflix is way more complicated than it really needs to be.”

“Okay, here, Love Dissected. The story of budding romance between a high school biology teacher and a former student? Ew, that’s gotta be trash.”

“Hell yeah let’s queue it up!”

“Alright!” Tammy pressed the play button, right as Penny emerged from downstairs.

Naturally, she promptly found herself dropping the remote.

Penny, much like BJ, was not technically naked. Hell, she was arguably wearing more clothing than her girlfriend. Technically. Technically. The first thing Tammy noticed were the gloves. Shiny, black, reaching up past her elbows to the rough middle of her upper arms. Similarly, her legs were clad in a pair of shiny black... not boots, but not quite stockings either – they seemed to be made of leather, or possibly latex. Whatever they were, they left her paws bare and went up almost all the way to her hips. They terminated in suspenders that led to a black, lacy garter belt that clung tightly to her slightly chubby waist. She also had a black bra on, though calling it a bra was slightly generous. It was almost more like the frame of a bra, pointedly leaving her nipples and much of her extremely large breasts exposed.

Of course, all of this was dancing around the thing that actually drew her immediate attention; the fucking ten inch horsecock dildo strapon. That was the thing that made her drop the remote. “Um-”

“BJ, please stand up,” Penny said tersely as she placed a circular object on the table in the centre of the room. Five sticks, presumably the incense, stuck out from it, and one by one she lit them while BJ wordlessly obeyed her Mistress. It smelled, unsurprisingly, like sandalwood and lavender, and the odour quickly permeated the entire room, leaving everything enveloped in a slight haze of pale purple smoke.

“Uh, I- I can, like, leave? If you guys wanna fuck?”

“Stay.” The way she said it, there was no room for interpretation. It was not a request. It was an order.

“Yeah, uh...” Of course, Tammy had absolutely no compelling reason to obey Penny’s command. Like yes, okay, fine, Penny and BJ could do whatever they wanted in the comfort of their own home and so long as they didn’t hurt anyone or each other, Tammy wouldn’t stop them. But it was generally considered poor form to drag others into the relationship without any kind of prior consent. Like, okay yes Penny was hot and BJ was hot, she could absolutely say that from an objective standpoint. But she wasn’t interested in them in that way, and she didn’t appreciate their sex life being forced on her like this.

Or at least that’s what she kept telling herself. But, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t actually bring herself to say ‘no’. She opened her mouth, but the words didn’t come out. Honestly, she found herself struggling to even rationalize saying no. Intellectually, she knew that she didn’t want this. But.. did she really not want this? She honestly couldn’t say for sure either way.

“Y-yes, Mistress,” she said, with a sinking dread. Clearly, her suspicions about the dubious nature of Penny’s incense hadn’t been unfounded after all.

“Good girl. I promise you’ll enjoy this.”

“Yes’m.”

“Stand up,” Penny ordered, and Tammy found her body obeying on its own regardless of her mental objections. “Good girl,” the larger woman said, quickly taking Tammy’s former place on the couch. Unlike the much more svelte squirrel, Penny took up almost all of the available space – honestly, Tammy found herself doubting there’d even have been room for all three of them to sit comfortably. Or at least not without being squashed slightly by ass. Which she found herself oddly not minding the prospect of nearly as much as she thought she would be. That was likely an effect of the incense. Messing with her head, making it hard to think straight, making her horny as fuck.

“BJ, dear, please take off your apron and get to work.”

“Yes, Mistress!” BJ seemed a lot more enthusiastic than Tammy had expected. Somehow she’d assumed there’d be an element of jealousy over her getting involved, but clearly she’d misread the dynamic a bit. The fennec eagerly removed the apron, unceremoniously tossing it aside before doing a little pose. Tammy had already gotten a good look at her behind, but now that she’d seen her outright naked it confirmed her suspicions. She wasn’t quite on par with Penny’s ridiculous endowments, but for a normal person she was impressive. The big ass and wide hips had already been established, and now she could also see that she had big, firm tits and just a little bit of pudge around the tum. Attractive, from an objective standpoint, although Tammy found herself appreciating the sight more than she thought she would. Once again; whatever was in the incense was getting to her. She felt hot and uncomfortable, blushing furiously and rubbing her thighs together reflexively.

“Oh dear, it seems like our guest is enjoying herself a bit too much,” Penny said with a confident smirk. “It almost looks like she’s wet herself!”

“I did not!” The sheer indignity of the implication was enough to snap Tammy out of her incense-induced stupor. Although, that being said, Penny... wasn’t really wrong. The crotch of her jeans was several shades darker than the rest and wet to the touch. It was absolutely reasonable to assume she’d had an accident – she just knew better. And she got the impression that so did Penny. “I, um. I mean-”

“It’s fine. The first time is always just a little overwhelming. Don’t worry about it for now. Just relax and let things happen.”

“But-”

“That wasn’t a suggestion,” Penny said firmly.

Tammy found herself clamming up. Everything she wanted to say dried up and evaporated into nothing the instant she tried to actually say it. This whole situation was still weird and uncomfortable, but somehow she struggled to remember exactly why. “Y-yes’m,” she managed, eventually, though it was still somewhat stiff and forced.

Penny sighed. “Well, it’s better than nothing. BJ, dear, would you mind helping our guest get a bit more comfortable?”

“Of course, Mistress~” BJ confidently sauntered her way over to the taller squirrel, pressing her body into her and smirking. Tammy might have been taller, but BJ was decidedly bigger in just about every way. Placed against a more normal person, she would have come across as average if a bit skinny, with decent enough breasts and a nice enough ass. But juxtaposed with BJ, she looked downright boyish – to say nothing of Penny.

Of course, it was kind of hard to think about anything other than BJ sliding her hand into her pants and pressing against her panties. “Wow, you really are fuckin’ soaked.”

“Mnf. Don’t make fun of me,” Tammy grumbled, blushing furiously.

“I’m not makin’ fun of you. Trust me, I was just as awkward at first. You get used to it.”

“I’d really rather not get used to it if that’s alright with you.” Still, in spite of her objections, she couldn’t help but note how big BJ’s boobs were, pressing firmly against the lower part of her chest, to say nothing of the pressure of the fox’s fingers against her crotch. She couldn’t help but bite her lip, just a bit. Reflexive reaction.

“Uh. Sorry, babe. It’s... kinda too late for you to back out now.”

“Wait, hold on-”

“BJ is right,” Penny interjected. “I’ll explain later, I promise. But we’re a bit too far gone now for any kind of explanation. And anyway, you... almost certainly wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” There was something about the way she said that last bit. A subtle change in tone. It felt more like the girl she remembered, as opposed to the strange and uncomfortably hypersexual dominatrix she’d revealed herself to be. Like the real Penny was shining through.

“Yep! So for now your best bet is to just let things happen as they happen, like Mistress said earlier.”

“Right, it’s just-”

“No more questions.”

“... Yes, Mistress.” Well, okay, the hypersexual dominatrix was back. That was frustratingly brief. She had been half-heartedly hoping that maybe they’d be able to talk about this instead of just immediately jumping into the deep end, but that probably wasn’t on the table anymore. If it ever had been in the first place. Maybe that change in tone had just been wishful thinking. She didn’t know anymore. It was getting harder and harder to think straight. Not with the way BJ’s physical attention was getting more and more intense. The fox slid her hand into Tammy’s jeans and under her panties and rubbed her directly. Which made it very very difficult to think about anything else. With her other hand, BJ gently pulled the taller girl down into a kiss.

She tasted really good. Like brown sugar and chocolate.

BJ abruptly pulled away, prompting a needy moan from Tammy. God, did she really just make that noise? She sounded so... pathetic. The fox smirked in a way that made the other girl feel weak in the knees, sloooowly lifting the hand that had been teasing her up to her mouth and giving it a lick. “Delicious.”

“Mnf.”

“Take off your clothes.”

Tammy didn’t obey, or at least not at first. Frankly, taking orders from Penny was already enough of an indignity. She absolutely point-blank refused to just sit here and let herself be established as the bottom of the hierarchy. Really, she was only letting herself be in the hierarchy at all because of whatever the incense had done to her. But, while she found herself automatically obeying Penny’s every order, she was at least going to try and power through doing the same for BJ. Unfortunately, that plan didn’t pan out – her hesitation earned her a Look from Penny that confirmed her position in the relationship better than words ever could.

Tammy was somewhat loath to admit it, but she’d never been naked in front of someone else before. Or at least not in a sexual context. Obviously she’d been naked in front of her parents a lot as an infant, and she’d taken her clothes off for doctors plenty of time. She didn’t have any idea how to make it sexy, and she kind of got the feeling that her attempts to do so anyway just made it worse. She tried to be seductive, but she ended up just being slow and awkward and clumsy. Especially once she got past her shirt and pants and was hit with the daunting prospect of taking off her bra. She had no fucking idea how to take her bra off in a sexy way and so she didn’t even fucking try. She just took it off, followed by her soaked panties. Then she just awkwardly stood in the middle of the room, thoroughly convinced that she’d just completely killed the mood.

“Good girl.”

And, just like that, the mood was back. Two words from Penny and she was weak in the knees all over again. A fact the rabbit was very clearly aware of, going by the smug smirk plastered on her face. Which slowly morphed into a grin. “Cum for me.”

Tammy’s legs gave out under her and she collapsed onto her ass, hips bucking wildly and arcing sweet-smelling fluid. Apparently she was a squirter? Unsurprisingly she didn’t really have a lot of experience with sex. It was undoubtedly the most intense orgasm she’d ever had in her entire fucking life, though. Which wasn’t exactly saying much, considering that she was a virgin. Every other orgasm she’d had she’d done herself, either with toys or just her hands. It would make sense to her that an orgasm resulting from actual real sex, even if it was with another girl, would be more intense.

Except she’d climaxed with literally no touching. Okay, yes, there’d been some buildup from BJ’s teasing. But Penny had just flat-out ordered her to cum and then she’d cum harder than she’d ever cum before. Hell, she was still cumming, quivering and twitching on the floor in a puddle of sex as her hips occasionally convulsed.

“Good girl.”

Tammy came again. Not quite as intense as the last time, but she’d absolutely just cum as a result of being told she was a good girl and didn’t really know how she felt about it.

“Now,” Penny continued, continuing to grin. “I believe that’s enough foreplay. BJ, dear, do you want to go first?”

“Nah, I don’t think she could handle any more teasing. Let’s just pull the bandaid off.”

Penny nodded, before turning her head slightly to look at Tammy. “Get over here.”

Once again, Tammy didn’t obey immediately. This time it wasn’t out of reluctance – it just took a moment for her legs to function again. Standing up was a daunting task, actually moving was nigh insurmountable. But she couldn’t take too long getting her shit together because Penny had just given her an order. Even putting aside her unnatural compulsion to do as she was told, she really didn’t want to see what consequences there might be for disobedience. Hopefully, if this was anything like a normal BDSM relationship, any consequences would be mild and ultimately enjoyable. That’s how it was supposed to work, right? All the punishment and rewards, the dominance and submission, that was all playacting, just sexual roleplay. Not really any different from dressing up in sexy cosplay in the bedroom.

But she couldn’t help but still be worried. After all, if Penny and BJ really cared about Tammy enjoying herself, this whole situation wouldn’t be happening. At least not without a lot more talking and building up of the relationship and everyone involved making sure everyone else involved was, you know, okay with the BDSM? Instead of seeing her for the first time in a decade and then immediately inviting her over under the false pretense of watching bad movies on Netflix then drugging her and fucking her. Call her crazy, but she was pretty sure that most normal people would consider that to be just a wee bit rapey.

Thinking quickly, Tammy decided to not even try standing up and walking over. Instead, she rolled over onto her stomach and then from there pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. She could probably have fully stood up from there, but that wasn’t a sure thing.  She didn’t want to waste any more time than she already had, and so elected to crawl. It wasn’t exactly dignified, but it was reliable. And it probably took less time to get to Penny’s spot on the couch than she could have managed on foot, given the state she was in.

Now that she was face to face with it, the strap-on almost seemed bigger. Hell, her earlier estimate of ten inches might very well have been a lowball – it looked to be almost as big as her fucking forearm. Way, way bigger than she was even slightly comfortable taking. It also looked... weird. She couldn’t really put her finger on the exact nature of the weirdness, though. Obviously she’d never seen a normal penis in person before, let alone a horse penis. But she had seen her fair share of sex toys. A girl had needs, after all. There was nothing wrong with her buying a dildo or four, including some very large and weird ones.

The point was that she knew a normal dildo when she saw one. No matter how high quality the sculpt was, at the end of the day it was moulded silicon and not flesh, and you could tell just by looking at it. There was a sort of plasticky sheen that silicon had. And, pointedly, that Penny’s strap-on didn’t. It did have a sheen to it, but it seemed to be more like slightly sweaty flesh. It also moved, and not in the way that a strap-on dildo might move as the result of the person it was strapped on to breathing and moving. No, it twitched. Throbbed. Leaked.

Tammy’s eyes widened as the realization slowly dawned on her. “Holy shit,” she muttered. “That’s a real penis.”

Penny didn’t respond. She just smirked and gently but firmly placed a hand on the back of Tammy’s head. It was obvious what she wanted. And Tammy couldn’t fathom this situation playing out without giving it to her. Whether she wanted to or not.

Once again, Tammy didn’t really have the time to properly think out her next course of action. Any delay would result in Penny deciding for her – and she was fairly sure she really didn’t want Penny deciding for her. She couldn’t help but be a bit intimidated, of course. Sex toys were sex toys, even the big ones. But this? This was different. This was like a foot of penis, maybe more, and it was real and it was leaking and it smelled weird. Not bad, but weird.

Tammy felt really, really thirsty all of a sudden. That was probably the drugged incense again – which also likely explained why she wasn’t questioning where Penny had even hid a foot-long horsecock. Given the tight sweater and equally tight yoga pants, she’d have to have been a god damn god at tucking to not have an obvious bulge. But, well, even thinking that far was difficult. It was almost like one of the side-effects of the drug, whatever it was, was preventing her from asking obvious questions. Which was probably for the best because, again, she really didn’t want to reach the point where Penny forced the issue. Speaking of which, she got the impression she didn’t have much time left before that point.

Which in turn came with the realization that she didn’t have any more excuses to delay this. She didn’t want to do it, of course, no matter how much she felt otherwise. She was certain that this wasn’t a situation social mores resulted in her feeling reluctant to do something she secretly wanted to do. No, if anything this was the opposite – outside forces were making her do something that otherwise she’d never, ever, ever do. Right? That had to be it.

Really, she should have at least tried to say no. Just, like, attempted to say ‘hey I’m not really comfortable with this whole situation could we at least maybe take things slower?’ and see how that played out. Probably not well, but she should have at least attempted to try and reason with Penny. Tried to get out of this situation. Done anything other than play along.

Instead, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and allowed Penny to push her onto the shaft.

If it smelled weird, it tasted even weirder. Like nothing Tammy had ever experienced before. She had expected it to be salty and bitter, and it was, but it also tasted sort of spicy and even a bit sweet? It felt like every single taste bud was firing off at random – less a flavour and more like her tongue was malfunctioning. Sensory overload. It likely didn’t help that even just the flare took up her entire god damn mouth. She could feel every damn inch of it, twitching and throbbing, sending out gouts of thick precum directly down her throat. Which felt way better than she was really willing to admit. It tingled as it went down, settling heavily in her stomach.

“Oh? It feels like someone’s enjoying herself. You just came again, just from sucking my cock.”

Did she? Tammy honestly couldn’t tell. It was getting harder and harder to think. She felt heavy and full. Hard to think. Hard to breathe, which made sense given the giant fucking dick taking up the entirety of her mouth.

“I didn’t say you could cum, by the way.”

Oh no.

“Gonna hafta punish you~”

Oh no.

“I was gonna take things nice and slow, but since you’ve been a bad girl, I’m gonna go to fuckin’ town.”

Before Tammy could react, Penny grabbed her by the ears and yanked her all the way down to the hilt. Fuck hard to breathe, at this point it was just flat-out fucking impossible to breathe. She could feel a deep, primal terror building in the pit of her stomach as that fact hit her. This wasn’t fun anymore. It hadn’t ever really been fun, but it had at least sort of felt good. This didn’t feel good. Or it did, but terror for her life had at this point overwhelmed the good feelingness. Tammy slapped weakly at Penny’s thighs in a desperate attempt to get across the fact that she couldn’t breathe.

“Don’t worry, you’re not in any danger. I’m not going to fuck you to death or anything. Just trust me and let it happen.” Which was easy for her to say. Of course Tammy wasn’t going to trust Penny at this point. Maybe if she’d opened with that? Or at least had made her intentions of sex clear before the sex started? But at this point, the rabbit had demonstrated herself to be extremely untrustworthy. “Stop panicking, you’ll just make it worse.” Again; easy for her to say. She wasn’t the one being suffocated by cock. Really, the only thing stopping her from struggling more was the fact that she’d already used up all her energy.

“There we go,” Penny cooed, gently stroking Tammy’s hair. Though, pointedly, she only used one hand – the other was still holding her firmly in place. “If I were to break you now, before we’d even introduced you to the Lodge, let alone decided who you belong to, I would be in more trouble than you could possibly imagine.” She leaned back, spreading her legs and slightly thrusting her hips. “Of course, I don’t see anything wrong with calling first dibs. You are my friend, after all. Mmmm, your throat’s nice’n tight. Give my balls a massage, slut.”

Tammy did what she was told, of course. Even accidentally disobeying had resulted in punishment, and so it had become even more important to not push her luck. She mustered what energy she had and hefted Penny’s nuts. She didn’t remember Penny having nuts until now. And she was certain that she couldn’t possibly have not noticed them, not with the way her chin was pressed against them, and certainly not with how big they were. Like fuckin’ fist-sized. And they were heavy, too. Heavier than they should have been. Dense – attempting to squeeze them proved fruitless as they were just so fucking firm, filled with god knows how much cum, all of it eagerly waiting to fill her to bursting. Throbbing and pulsing beneath her fingers as they got fuller.

“Oh fuuuuuck,” Penny hissed as her balls grew bigger. Fuck fist-sized, they had to be around the size of cantaloupes. Which was, of course, patently ridiculous. More ridiculous than the idea of shy and religious Penny Lane living a secret double life as a lesbian dominatrix with a footlong horsecock. “Sorry, force of habit. You know how it is, you try to take things easy but you’re just so used to dealing with more experienced partners and so your body practically acts on its ooooooooooh fuck~”

This time it was her cock that grew. It swelled at the base, and then that swell travelled along its length in a smooth wave of size. Tammy could feel every god damn inch. “S-sorry, I’m going to have to cut things just a bit short. If I don’t finish now I’m going to get way too big for a newbie to handle. H-honestly, this is already probably pushing it so I’m just gonna cum now~”

Words to describe Penny’s climax completely failed to materialize. Tammy was surprised that her internal monologue was as lucid as it was. She was, as a virgin, completely unfamiliar with exactly how much cum was supposed to happen when one came. But also she wasn’t a fucking idiot. She could absolutely tell immediately that this was too much. Beyond too much. That tightness and fullness doubled and redoubled as she felt gallon after gallon of bunnyseed get pumped directly into her swelling stomach. She moved her hands from Penny’s nuts to her own belly so she could feel it growing. Like she was goddamn pregnant, only on fast forward. Bigger and bigger, fuller and fuller, accompanied by her own series of mounting climaxes until, with a jolt, she found herself waking up.

Tammy blinked slowly, raising a hand in a mostly futile attempt to block the dawn sun from shining directly into her eyes. Had it all been a dream, then? That would, honestly, answer most of her lingering questions. Of course Penny wasn’t a secret dominatrix. Of course she’d not drugged her and raped her while her girlfriend watched.

But, well, if it was a dream, then how much of it was a dream? Where did the dream start and reality end? Obviously, being forced to suck a growing horsecock and taking enough cum that it had started to fucking inflate her hadn’t happened. Had it? It had felt real, at the time – fuck it, she had to reach down and feel to make sure her belly wasn’t still rotund with Penny’s copious output. And the more she thought, the more she couldn’t even begin to put a finger on where the transition might have happened. Maybe it had all been a dream? Maybe she’d taken her brother up on his offer to break into dad’s stash of scotch. And then she’d gotten blackout drunk and had a weird stress dream?

Of course, on the other hand, it sure hadn’t felt like a dream. And here, in the cold light of day, she could still vividly remember everything. Every climax, every drop of cum, every inch of cock. If it was a normal dream then by now it would have faded away into nothing.

God, where the fuck even was she right now? Wherever it was, the bed was fucking uncomfortable. Like a blanket on top of a sheet of metal. Getting back to sleep was probably not going to be an option, and so instead she reluctantly pulled herself upright and took a look at her surroundings.

The walls were made out of some sort of large brick, painted over with white. Kind of like high school, only somehow more stark. Her metaphorical description of her bed turned out to actually have been an accurate one. It was built directly into the wall, creaking slightly as she shifted into a proper sitting position. To her left was a shitty looking toilet and equally shitty looking sink, while the wall to her right was completely bare.

Most of her attention, however was on that fourth wall, the one directly across from her bed. Though, really, ‘wall’ wasn’t the word. It was a set of metal bars, painted brown, with a mechanism for sliding half of it open to let people in and out.

Apparently she was in jail.

“Fuck.”