The constant ringing of her doorbell told Helga two things: Someone was going to have their ass beat, and she had too much to drink last night.  Her head splitting from her hangover, the porcine woman slowly rolled out of bed with a grumble.  She brushed away her graying black hair while reached for the wooden baseball bat she kept at her bedside.  
	A side glance at the hallway mirror reminded Helga that she was still wearing her clothes from last night, albeit with her sleeveless tee instead of the actual shirt that she must have tossed to the side before hitting the bed.  She tried to piece together the events of the night before, leading her to glance another peek into her room to see if she had brought anyone home.
	Amethyst wasn't there, so that meant it had to be Saturday since it was too late to go out drinking after her little date that Thursday.  The pieces fell into place as she remembered Friday evening, casual drinks with her friends and the occasional teasing about how she still hadn’t brought her vole over to visit them.  After a few beers, Helga might have slipped that she was waiting for a special order before making that meeting happen.
	The doorbell rang again.
	“I’m coming, goddamnit,” she shouted, massaging her head as traversed through her suburban ranch house.  While this wasn’t the first time she had to move through her house hungover, it was without the added dangers of junk lying about in piles.  Not that she would admit it, but before she met her little punk bitch she never found much of a reason to clean around.  Everything was always ‘in a pile’ when it came to finding stuff.  But now that she had someone outside of her circle of friends visit, someone who saw her as this dominant figure, she figured it was time to organize a little.  It wasn’t spotless, but she was sure Amethyst could be convinced to help.  All that girl needed was a gag and a hood.
	It rang again as she reached the door.  Fingers tight around the bat handle, Helga took a deep breath.  Sure, she could just open the door, yell, and swing her bat like a madwoman.  Or, instead of having to deal with the police later, she could at least check to see which dumb piece of shit was ringing her doorbell at...at…
	Helga glanced at the wall clock.  It was ten twenty-six in the morning.  She cursed to herself as she sat the bat down against the wall and looked through the peephole of her front door.  A heavyset badger girl with rainbow dyed neck-length hair stood at her doorstep.  She wore a light black hoodie, a blue and purple skirt with red and black striped kneesocks.  A pink bag hung from her side, sporting big eyes and a smile like in some kind of Chinese cartoon Helga had seen maybe once. 
	Thankfully, Helga didn’t see any pamphlets. 
	She strained her eyes from the sunlight as she opened the door, “Can I help you?” Helga asked, standing at least a foot and a half over the badger.
	The badger seemed stunned at first, something Helga had come to expect from people nowadays. Then she straightened herself upwards and looked the pig woman’s gaze with amber eyes.  If she wasn’t hungover, Helga might have been impressed.
	The badger spoke quickly, as though she had gone over what to say over a dozen times, “What’s your relationship with Amy?” 
	“Who?” Helga asked, raising a brow as she leaned against the doorframe.
The badger rolled her eyes, “Amethyst.”
So that’s her real name.  
“Oh, Amy,” she said with a smile, “That’s personal, Rainbow.”
The badger pulled her phone out from her gaudy pink bag.  With a few finger swipes, she presented a set of text messages to the pig, “She keeps sending me messages to come to this address if I don’t hear from her after three to four hours.  What’s your relationship with her?”
Helga’s eyes widened as she read the message.  Turning to the badger, she slowly asked, “Is she missing?”   
Rainbow’s eyes shifted for a second, “W-what?  No.”
Helga took a deep breath.  If her little bitch was missing, she...well she wasn’t sure what she’d do, but she’d do it hard.  Knowing that her vole wasn’t unaccounted for, Helga took a moment to process just who this badger was.  Judging by the text messages, it was obvious that she was one of Amethyst’s emergency friends that Helga made clear to have before they started.  And considering the questions Rainbow was asking, her little vole didn’t tell her friend about them.
Helga exhaled.  It felt too early for this shit.
“What’s your relationship with my roommate?” she asked again.
“My relationship with whoever is a consenting legal adult is none of your fucking business,” Helga said, snorting at the end, “There’s this thing called, privacy, Rainbow.  People have it and bigwigs are trying to take it away.  So I’d appreciate you let me have mine while we all still got some.”
“How old are you?” The badger asked, her tenacity getting on the pig’s nerves.
“Ain’t anyone ever told you it’s rude to ask a lady her age?”
“Did anyone ever tell you that it’s disgusting to sleep with someone almost half yours?”
Helga smiled, “Yeah, but half my age is still legal.  Now get the fuck off my lawn before I call the cops.”
“I’ll report you!”
Helga’s blood ran cold.  Not from fear, she had nothing to fear.  Her blood chilled as she stared at the little badger dead in the eyes and asked, “For what?”
Whatever walls the badger had built were starting to crack.  She stepped back, trying to mutter something but Helga didn’t let her as she continued talking.
“Whatever I and she are doing is between consenting adults.  If you wanna waste everyone’s time and call the cops on two people being private, that’s on you.  I personally don’t give a fuck about how they’ll charge you for wasting their time if they even bother.  If you wanna know what’s between us, go ask Amethyst.  Just don’t be surprised if she tells you to fuck off, bitch.”
She slammed the door before the badger could answer.  Nesting her headache, Helga groaned with frustration as she headed back to her room and grabbed her phone.  She was right, the badger had nothing that could warrant getting the police involved.  But the badger girl also knew nothing about what they did and was Amethyst’s emergency contact.  While Helga remembered that she didn’t care if the vole’s contacts embarrassed or ruined her fantasy if they had to come knocking, she expected they at least knew of what was going on.
Clearly she assumed too much.
“We need to talk.  Get over here ASAP.” she typed up.  She laid back in bed as she clicked send.  
“What a fucking day.”

***

“Just one more lap.” 
Amethyst wanted to take that lap and shove it up Samantha’s ass, but she was too busy panting to say anything to the lioness.  The vole knew she shouldn’t have been having this much trouble on the track.  She was on the track team in highschool, this should have been easy.  All she did was take that summer off, and not exercise until her exercise science class had a physical exam.  
Samantha, despite being at the track an hour earlier, was still filled with energy.  Rather than outpace the underclassman, she slowed down to be side by side, making sure Amethyst couldn’t give up while she wasn’t looking.  Not that Amethyst would admit it, but she found the lioness’s positivity encouraging, most of the time.  Mainly when sharing her exploits with Helga.
“I’d never do that,” she said as they headed off the track, “Don’t get me wrong, public play sounds fun.  But in a theater?  That’s like, playing in the park.  Sure it’s fine one minute, but the next you have someone pulling out a smartphone and taking pictures.”
Amethyst smiled, “Sure, but isn’t that part of the fun?  The risk of getting caught?  Don’t you and Brian post vid-”
“Shh!”  Samantha covered Amethyst’s mouth, “I told you my side gig in confidence.  And besides, me and him have full masks on when we do it.”
“Sorry,” she said as she pushed Sam’s hand away, “It’s just...it’s really exciting.  Like, first time discovering this stuff exciting.”
“Well try not to fall too deep.” the lioness said as they entered the gym lockers.  Even though it was the weekend, it was just the two of them filling up the room.  Samantha had already begun stripping down to shower herself off.  The lioness’s form felt closer to those Amy had seen in porn, though with smaller breasts and more muscle.  It was enough to make the vole blush at a glance, not that Samantha was bothered.  The redheaded lioness had a habit of being fully exposed whenever she could, usually living completely naked at the apartment she shared with her boyfriend.  
Amethyst would call him a lucky man if not for that chastity cage Sam made him wear.  
The vole smiled as she pulled her bag from her locker, “Maybe I like it deep?”
Samantha groaned, “That was terrible.” 
Amethyst checked her phone before she tried to comment.  One message appeared.
“We need to talk.  Get over here ASAP.”
She grabbed her bag and left.  Walking, then running out of the gym and to her car in her sweaty clothes.  
Today was going fine.  What happened? 

***
“You didn’t run all the way here, did you?” Helga cracked a smile as she saw her vole at the doorstep.  Wearing her tight black and blue gym clothes, soaked in sweat, Amethyst didn’t bother changing when she got the message.  
“You said to get here, ASAP,” Amethyst explained as Helga let her in, “Did I do something wrong?”
Helga sighed as she led Amethyst into the living room, “Kind of.  I had some time to think about it and I can’t blame you for the actions of others.  It’s still something we need to talk about though.”
The vole stood still as Helga took a seat, following soon after when directed, “Others?  I don’t understand.”
“Do you know any badgers?  Specifically, anyone with rainbow dyed hair and carries a stupid looking bag?”
Amethyst gulped at what she pictured her from Helga’s description.  “Y-yeah,” she muttered, “My roommate, Jewel.”
Helga’s expression was enough to ask if Amethyst was being serious.  The vole nodded, leading the pig to sigh again, “Amethyst and Jewel, for the love of…” she cursed under her breath.
“Did she bother you?”
“Damn right she did.  She came right up to my house and demanded to know our relationship.” Helga almost slammed her fist against the coffee table but stopped at the last second, “She threatened to call the goddamn police on me.”
Amethyst’s heart sank.  She remembered back to when Helga ordered her to text two people to check on her.  In the back of her mind, she had a feeling Jewel wasn’t someone she should tell.  But outside of Samantha, who helped her into the munch, she had no one else to tell about the play, or really anyone else after highschool.  She panicked, picking her former friend and roommate as her emergency.  The vole figured that she didn’t need to actually tell Jewel what was going on.
“For the record, there’s nothing she can report on us.” Helga stated, placing a comforting hand on Amethyst’s shaking shoulder, “You are not in trouble.  You understand that, right?”
She didn’t understand.  She nodded to say she did, but she couldn’t help but feel guilty.  Her roommate threatened her mistress, how was she supposed to feel?  If she had someone else to message for her number two instead of Jewel then none of this would have happened.
Helga embraced the shivering vole, “You’re not at fault.” she brushed through her buzzcut hair, “You’re not the first person I’ve met who didn’t share everything with their emergency contact.  Would you be surprised to know that I’ve had to fight off a few unknowing cucks in my day?”
Amethyst smiled softly as she shook her head.  That sounds exactly like something her Mama would do.
“Still, it’s out there now.  And we need to decide on how to deal with it.  I’ve already told her that our business is none of hers, but you have a say in this.”
“I do?” 
Helga ruffled the vole’s hair, “Yeah you do, you dumb bitch.  You may be my cuntrag, but you have as much say in this relationship as I do.  Remember, you can end a session with a single word.”
“Or if I kick my left leg three times and my right leg once.” 
“Exactly,” Helga pulled Amethyst’s face to hers, “So tell me, do you want to tell your roommate about us?”
She would have preferred that Jewel never tried to find out.  This was meant to be between her and Helga, it was her haven to be free from all those obligations that held her down.  But, she knew Jewel.  When they were closer, the badger was stubborn to a fault.  She wouldn’t let things go, at least that’s what Amethyst thought before they became roommates again.  There was still bad blood, but they talked.  She was trying, and she had been trying a lot more than Amethyst.  
It was time she tried as well.
Amethyst closed her eyes and sighed, “Yes, Mama.  I don’t want her to get this out of hand.”
“Do you want me there with you?” Helga asked, brushing away the ear that covered the vole’s eye.
“No, I think it needs to be between me and her.”
“Alright, Amethyst.”
“Amy, Mama.  It’s Amy.”
Helga smiled, “I know, dear.  I know.”
Amy wasn’t sure how long they stayed embraced.  She knew she didn’t want it to end.  No matter how much she enjoyed the humiliation and sexual thrill of her lover’s abusive play, it was the aftercare that Amy had grown to love more and more. 

***

What am I supposed to say?
Amethyst’s hands fidgeted as she walked through the dorm hall.  Her thoughts lingering over that question ever since she left Helga’s embrace.  
Hey Jewel.  Sorry, I didn’t tell you, but I’m in a BDSM relationship where I’m this biker’s personal bitch.
The vole shook her head.  Why was this so difficult?  Amy used to be the captain of the goddamn debate team in high school, and Amethyst wasn’t supposed to care about what other people thought.  She was fine with masturbating while her roommate was in the room, now she was having trouble working the nerve to tell her why?
Her hand froze over the doorknob as she realized just how disrespectful she’d been.  She was trying to be different, to stop being that good girl with all A’s that drove her insane in highschool.  But did that really mean she needed to be so brazen around Jewel?  And why was she worried about this now?  Why did she care about what her roommate thought?  They hadn’t talked since Sophomore year in high school.  
She took a deep breath, let it out and opened the door.  She knew why she cared, and Jewel had seen right through it the moment they met again.  It was because Amethyst was just an outfit, no matter how much Amy wished it was otherwise.
Amy saw her roommate lying in bed on top of the covers, face focused on a bright laptop screen that brightened the dark room with headphones plugged into the side.  The badger didn’t react when the vole turned on the lights, or when she sat down on the bed across from her.  
Amy sat there, still in her gym clothes, for an uncomfortable thirty seconds before speaking, just as the rain started to hit the windows.
“Can we talk?”
Jewel brushed off her headphones, “I’m sorry, what?” she asked, seemingly unaware of the nature of what was coming. 
“Can we talk?” she asked again, fingers digging into her mattress as the vole mentally prepped herself.
Jewel’s eyes shifted in confusion, “About?” 
“You wanted to know what’s going on between me and Helga.”
“Who is,” the badger’s eyes widened, “Oh.  Oh,” she said with distaste, “The dyke.”
“Don’t call her that.  Not like that.” 
“Well, that’s what she is.  Take away her tits and no one could tell the difference.”
“Can you stop?” Amy shouted, “I’m trying to talk to you, the least you could do is stop insulting my mistress!”
The badger raised a brow, “Mistress?  Are you in some kind of cult?  Did she drag you into it?” every question she asked with increase worry.
Amy shook her head, “No, god no.  I...I met her at a munch.  We-”
“What’s a munch?”
“It’s a meeting between kinksters, usually at a restaurant.”
“What’s a kinkster?” Jewel squinted her amber eyes, “That sounds like a cult.”
The vole pushed a laugh, “It’s not a cult.  It’s just a broad way of describing people with fetishes that aren’t vanilla.  Things like being tied up and junk.”
“So, you like being tied up?” Jewel asked, laptop completely closed as she sat up, “Like, with rope and stuff?”
Amy shrugged, “I never tried rope actually.  I prefer restraints like cuffs and stuff.  So, anyway, over the summer I met Samantha and she got me to go to a munch when the semester started out.  That’s where I met Helga.”
“And she ties you up?”
A blush came across the vole’s face as she thought about everything Helga and she have done, “Among other things.”
“Then why include me?  Why do you have to keep texting me whenever you go to her?”
“Well, she told me to pick two emergency contacts to make sure I’m ok if anything bad happens.  Especially since it was our first-”
“So why do you need to keep contacting me?”  Jewel scowled at Amy, “I’ve gotten that address enough times that my phone recognizes it in the GPS.  Why the fuck do you need to keep contacting me when you’re going to have sex with that dyke.  Why didn’t you just ask me to fuck you if you wanted it so bad!”
It was that last part that stunned Amy.  She had expected some confusion, maybe a little outrage.  She’d do the same if she found out a friend was doing something that was considered weird.  But that last part, Amy didn’t know what to say.  
“What?” was all that came from the vole’s lips.  Did her roommate really just confess to her?
“W-what?  Nothing,” Jewel shifted her gaze, “Just don’t include me in your texts about-”
The vole repeated what she heard, “‘Why didn’t you just let me fuck you?’  That’s not nothing.” 
“Look it’s, it’s just...I like you ok.” The badger looked away from Amy, “It’s just been hard to really, come out to you and I never found the moment.”
“Never found the moment?!” Amy pushed herself off her bed, “I confessed to you when we were thirteen!  You said you didn’t like girls!”
“I was thirteen.  Who knows what they like at thirteen?”
“I did.” 
“So you knew that you liked to be tied up by manish dykes at thirteen?” Jewel stood up in front of Amy, staring the vole eye to eye, “Or did that take time to learn?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?  When did you even start?”
“Why didn’t I tell you?  Were you ever free back in highschool?  Miss captain of the debate team, or track leader, or lacrosse champion.  You had a goddamn obligation everyday.  I couldn’t even hang out with you on the weekends because of all that college prep you had to do.  Which apparently didn’t mean shit when you almost flunked senior year.”
“I almost flunked because of all those obligations!  Do you have any idea how much stress I was under?”
“No, because you never told me.”
“You could have texted me.  Or we could have talked online.  Hell, you could have told me you were gay then!”
Jewel raised a finger, “Ok, first off, I’m not gay.  I still think about guys a lot.  Second, oh sure, let me share my confusing sexual identity with my best friend, who came out to me when we were kids, in an online chatroom.  I’m sure that’d be ok.”
“It would have been.”
“Well, I have anxiety,” Jewel screamed, “So I never thought it was!”
“That’s no excuse,” Amy pushed her roommate back, “I was your friend.  We were best friends.  Why,” she sniffled as tears formed, “We were supposed to be there for each other.  Why didn’t you just reach out?”
“Why didn’t you?”  Jewel’s tone wasn’t one of care or confusion.  It was flat, cold, and factual.  “You never told me about your stress.  You could have.  Why didn’t you?  Why did you just pass me in the hallway every day like I was nobody?  Do you even remember when I stopped waving?”
“I’m done,” the vole headed for the door.
“You going to get fucked by your dyke?” 
Amethyst didn’t even feel her fist connecting with Jewel’s face.  There was a pause as the badger looked up to the vole, eyes wide in shock and hand over her bloodied nose.  Amethyst’s own chest was tight.  Her throat almost burning as she breathed faster and faster.
“Yeah,” Amethyst spat, “and this is the last time I’m telling you.  Goodbye.”
The rain cooled her down as she headed to her car.  Once inside, she wiped away the rain from her face.  A look in the mirror showed her all the red in her eyes.  
She needed to be punished.

***

Of course, it’s fucking raining.
That was the first thing that crossed Helga’s mind as she saw Amy stand in her doorway, soaking wet with a face filled with remorse.  Given the nature of everything today, the swine woman had half a mind to check if there was some camera crew around filming a goddamn drama.
The vole embraced her before the pig could say anything.  Her small form desperately trying to push Helga’s bulk inside.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
“What?”
The vole buried her head into Helga’s chest,  “Fuck me!  Hurt me.  Tie me up and break my ass.  Just...just please,” whimpers followed, “Please Mama.”
Helga sighed as she grabbed her tiny vole, closing the door and dragging her to the basement.  With hidden care, she pushed her little bitch to the padded floor.
“Strip.  Don’t talk.” Helga ordered as she combed through her wardrobe of restraints and toys.  Grabbing a black armbinder and a pair of leather cuffs, the pig turned to find Amethyst naked and kneeled before her.  Back straight and hands behind her head, like Helga had taught her.
The older woman said nothing as she grabbed the vole’s arms and slipped them into the sleeve.  It wasn’t the vole’s first time, so she let herself handle her a little rough as she pushed her over to hook the cuffs to her ankles.  Helga noticed how red the vole’s eyes were as she smiled to her dominant.  She didn’t smile back.
The pig instead carried the bound vole to a nearby chair, where she sat her sub across her lap.  “Tell me what happened,” she ordered, carrying a motherly tone that shocked and confused her little bitch.
“W-what?  No.  Mama, please.”
“Mama does what Mama wants.  If you don’t like it, then you know the word to stop this.”  Helga said as she brushed through the unshaven half of the vole’s head, “Now tell me what happened.”
She continued to beg Helga to abuse her in some way.  The pig pulled Amethyst in closer when tears formed again, letting the girl free her sorrows into her flesh.  Despite her struggles, the vole never uttered her safeword.  She did, however, finally tell Mama everything.
Helga smiled, “I’ll have to see if she calls me that in person sometime.” she joked, “Guess that punk attitude wasn’t all for show, since you broke her nose.”
Amethyst didn’t laugh.  The punkish vole just buried her face into her dominants chest.  Helga kept petting her head, whispering how it was ok.
“Am I a bad person?” She asked, somewhat muffled from Helga’s bodyweight.
“No.”
“But, I wasn’t there for her.”
“She didn’t go to you.  You’re not at fault for that.”
“But, I should have tried to see her.  I was just...so busy trying to be-”
“You’re not.”
Amy looked up to the pig woman, “You’re not perfect, Amy.  No one is.  We all make mistakes.  We all wake up some days, sometimes every day, and think about how much of a fuck-up we are.  Sometimes the mistakes are ours, but not always.”
Helga scratched her head, “Look, I’m not great at the whole, ‘talking things out’.  I’ve ended a lot of relationships because I didn’t go through that step.  And I’ve been through a lot.  I guess what I’m trying to say is, I don’t think you’re a bad person, but you’re not good either.  You’re just you, and you haven’t really finished discovering that.  Does that help?”
Amethyst’s blank stare did not fill Helga with confidence.  Sighing, she started undoing the bondage sleeve, “Look, if you need to stay over for the weekend, you can.  Hell, you can stay for as long as you need to, though I expect you to go to your classes.  I’m not letting you waste your college experience.”
Amy grabbed Helga’s arms when the pig reached for the leg cuffs, “Can...can I keep those on?”
“Sure.”
“And,” Amy pointed to the wardrobe, “Can I have the hood?  I just...I just don’t want to be me right now.”