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"Are the cuffs necessary?" Helga asked, her hands bound by a short chain running through a loop bolted into the table. A bat sat across from her, with a two-way mirror behind him. The pig always wondered why police stations used those mirrors. Seemed to be common knowledge that there was at least someone watching from the other side when a detective was with you.

"You nearly beat someone to death," the bat said, his gaze never shifted from the file open before him, "And judging by your rap sheet, you have quite a history, Miss Foley."

Helga rolled her eyes, she would have leaned back if the chains weren't so short. Yeah, she had a history when it came to the law. A few public intoxication arrests, some bar fights that got a little too rowdy, and then there was that incident with the rubber chicken. But she saved Amy's life. The least they could do is tell her that Amy, or Tabitha for that matter, were alright.

But no. A cop pulls you in, sees your history, and suddenly you lose all rights even if you're the good guy.

"So, where's Harper?" she asked, "I imagine you all called her when I came in."

"Who?"

She sighed, "Detective Kelly. She knows me."

"Oh. This isn't her case. And I imagine her knowing you is a conflict of interest." he closed the file and turned to her with the most neutral expression Helga had ever seen, "So, can you tell me your relationship with Rudy Gilliam?"

Helga's brow furled, "Who?"

The bat pulled out a picture from another file laid out on the desk. A smiling dalmatian took center on the frame, wearing a short-sleeved pink collared shirt and khakis. Next to him was a boxer Helga assumed to be his wife, and in front of them were two smiling mutts.

He looked exactly like the scum who kidnapped Amethyst and shot Tabitha. Her knuckles tightened, getting a smile from the bat. Helga took a deep breath, loosened her grip, and exhaled.

"Never saw him before tonight. What is he, a doctor?"

"Accountant. He recently went through a divorce. His wife claimed he was an abuser, and he lost pretty much everything in the court case." the bat said, putting photo away, "The gun we found was registered in his name, so I'm going to assume that you weren't the one to shoot Tabitha Blake."

Helga nodded, holding back her disdain at the ridiculous question, "How is Tabitha?"

The detective ignored the question, flipping open another file, "What is your relationship to Amelia Barret?"

Someone knocked on the door before Helga could answer. Another cop, an armadillo with bags under her eyes, opened it and said, "Ramirez, her lawyer is here. Skedaddle."

Ramirez sighed, "Of course." gathering his files, the bat took one last look at Helga, smiling, "I'll be seeing you later, Miss Foley."

She said nothing as he walked out. She was too focused about her apparent lawyer. For one, Helga didn't have one. They were more expensive than her job or savings allowed, and it was one of the reasons why the pig tried to avoid angering the law as she grew older. Sure, she had a friend or two on the force, but as the bat had explained, conflicts of interest made it difficult to help her.

So who was helping her now?

The answer came with a familiar vole entering the room, followed by the armadillo. She dressed like the night Helga first saw her: a midnight blue business suit with a skirt, with a long blonde ponytail hanging from the back of her head. Calm indigo eyes became annoyed as they focused in on the pig's cuffs.

"Officer, please unlock my client."

"Are you sure?" the armadillo asked, "She did beat someone near death."

"I'm her lawyer."

The officer looked to Helga, then back to the vole, "Are you sure?"

Only Helga chuckled. She rubbed her wrists once they were freed, more to distract herself from the tonal shift once it was just her and Miss Barret in the room. Her first time meeting the mother of her slave was inconvenient at best. This wasn't much better.

The ticking clock and the screeching from the chair Joyce pulled out filled the void. She sat across from Helga with her hands together, looking at the older woman dead to rights but saying nothing. The long pause that followed gave the pig time to think on what to say, though she couldn't decide on whether to apologize for everything or ask if her vole was ok.

She came first, "Is Amy alright?"

The vole nodded, "Yes. Apart from a few bruises, some taser burns, and a swollen eye, Amelia is fine."

Helga breathed a sigh of relief, "Good. I'm sorry, for everything," she sat up straight, more as a reflex than anything, "I've had an interesting life, and I know I've not-"

Miss Barret cut her off, "How did you know she was in danger?" she asked with a more businesslike demeanor than concern.

"I received a text from the kidnappers,"

"Why did you not tell the police?"

Helga didn't have a good answer for that. A mixture of alcohol and her friend egging her on to do another adventure did not seem appropriate to say. She knew it wasn't a smart idea, and how badly it could have turned out.

"I...wasn't in the right frame of mind when I received the text. I asked Tabitha to drive me to where she believed the picture was taken. She has a lot of experience with the motel."

Miss Barret's scowl did not make the older pig feel any better.

"Why did you receive the text? Do you know Mr. Gilliam?"

"No, never saw him before today."

"Fuck," Miss Barret cursed as she bit her lip. The sudden profanity surprised Helga, but not enough to really shake her. Given the situation, she'd have been swearing enough to make a sailor ask her to calm down if she sat where Miss Barret did.

"Look," Helga slumped her shoulders, "I can understand if you don't want me to be near Amy ever again. I...I don't want that, but I can't help but feel responsible for this."

"You're not. I am." the vole said, leaning back into her chair as she looked up to the ceiling, "Do you know how old I was when I was pregnant with Amelia?"

Helga shook her head.

"Sixteen. Much younger than she is now." she looked back to Helga, smiling but with embarrassment and melancholy, "I'm sure you can relate to the feeling of being young and stupid? Well, back then I was in full-on rebellion with whatever establishment I could find, flipping my middle finger to anyone over thirty. Hung out with some nasty people, the kind that you remind me of. No offense."

"I'm used to it."

The vole continued, "Well, I was dating someone only a few years older than me, enough to be considered an adult by the system. He didn't really belong, having connections with powerful people. He despised it though, and that was why I liked him. That all changed when I was pregnant with his child. My parents disowned me, claiming I was a whore and that this was my punishment. The father..." she gulped, "left. I was given a settlement by his family to keep quiet about the whole thing. Having just been kicked out of my own home, I accepted. Do you know what I did with that money?"

Helga had a few guesses but shook her head for politeness.

"I left. I wanted to be as far away as possible and start a new life. When I had her, I was determined to make something of myself so she could live a good life and avoid the dumb mistakes I made. I had an aunt around here who helped take care of Amelia while I studied law, and when she passed away I started to rely on the kindness of neighbors to keep her safe. I was so focused on being stable financially, to make sure she'd be fine, that I neglected her without evening realizing."

She sniffed, rubbing her fist into her eye to wipe a tear away, "No, that's not entirely true. Deep down, I knew I was neglecting her. I was scared, and by the time I really realized it, she was in college and in a relationship with someone older than me."

Helga expected a hateful gaze when the vole looked at her. She'd seen it so many times, either from jilted lovers, betrayed spouses, or herself in the mirror when Lorraine...she expected it. That wasn't what she saw on Miss Barret's face. Instead of hatred, she saw relief. It didn't sit well with Helga.

"And that someone saved my daughter's life. I want to be furious over how reckless this all was. But if she wasn't seeing you, then my client's ex-husband would have gotten away with so much. And I don't know if I could have fixed anything after that."

Miss Barret took a deep breath, exhaled, and sat up straight with her hands together in front of her, "Helga, is it? I want you to promise me something," she stared dead onto the pig's green eyes, "Will you be there for my daughter? Even if...whatever this is," she crossed her hand in Helga's direction for emphasis, "doesn't last between you two. Will you be there when she needs it? Will you protect my daughter?"

The older pig looked over to the mirror behind the vole. Her reflection was tired, but there was something new to it. As Miss Barret placed her hands back on the table, Helga put her hands on top of them and said, "Miss Barret, your daughter will be under my protection for as long as I breathe. Even if we part, I will be there if she needs me."

The vole's smile reminded Helga of Amethyst. There was no doubt that they were related.

"Good, good." Miss Barret pulled her hands away, "Now, due to a conflict of interest, I cannot actually represent you as your lawyer. I'm not a fan of fibbing to the law, but I pulled a few favors for this. I shall send someone from my firm to represent you,"

"And Tabitha,"

"The wolverine, yes. You're both heroes, so this shouldn't be too difficult. Though they may keep you here another day for more questioning."

Helga groaned.

Miss Barret nodded, "Yes, I'm not a fan of it either, but that's how things work."

The pig woman smiled as Miss Barret turned to leave. Leaning back into her chair, she couldn't help but feel thankful for how things turned out.

"So," Miss Barret said, her hand on the knob, "Why exactly was the picture sent to you? It's clear Mr. Gilliam was after me."

"Oh...ahh.." cold sweat inched down her neck, "Well, you see...it's actually kind of funny. Amy, uh...well," she shrugged, "She calls me Mama."

***

Helga suppressed the urge to walk out of the station with a middle finger held high to every officer in her way. She'd been around long enough to know that, despite all the bullshit she had to be put through, they were just doing their job. And, to be fair, she didn't need to rough up the motel clerk when she went to save Amy. Thankfully, Miss Barret's employees were able to make any lawsuit against the pig affordable and not the 'canned beans for a week' kind.

So instead she stuck her hands in her jacket and walked to the front door. She thought about checking on Tabitha in the hospital. Helga had no doubt that her friend was probably causing a ruckus about not being allowed to leave until they said so. The pig smiled, she owed Tabs more than a few beers after everything that happened.

She opened the door and froze, not because of the winter chill. Amethyst stood out in the front, leaning against her kia with the unshaven half of her green-dyed hair covering the bruised eye. Her vole was smiling, like nothing had happened in the past few days.

Helga's throat dried as she headed down the steps. She tried to keep her expression confident, or blank if she couldn't manage, but the porcine woman couldn't help but feel guilty when she looked at Amethyst. Helga knew what happened wasn't her fault. If anything, she made it a whole lot better. But that still didn't help her figure out what to say to her vole when she saw her. She hoped to ask Tabs for advice when she saw her, though given the wolverine's romantic history that was just asking a forest fire for some water.

"W-" she cleared her throat when meeting Amethyst at the bottom of the stairs, "What are you doing here?"

"Picking you up," Amethyst said, taking a step closer, "Like a good girl."

"Right...right. Amy I-"

Amethyst didn't let Helga finish. The vole pressed her lips against the older pig in public, full view of anyone walking by on the sparse street. The vole's arms wrap around her, and she answered with the same, squeezing tight as she let Amethyst's tongue in to wrestle her own.

"I'm sorry," Amethyst said, loosening her arms.

Helga didn't let go, "You're sorry? I should be sorry."

"For what? It wasn't your fault." Amethyst rested into Helga's chest, "Mom told...well I had to ask mom why they kidnapped me. They were talking about her when I was tied up. Though," she giggled, "at first I thought they were after you."

"That's not funny," Helga gazed into Amethyst's indigo eyes, "Please don't joke about that," she brushed away a lock of hair, revealing the aftermath of the swelling. It was fading, but not enough for Helga to not feel rage or worry when she saw herself in its reflection.

Amethyst rested her cheek in Helga's hand, "Sorry, Mama."

"If I had been there," Helga hugged her closer, "If I was there sooner I could have-"

"You're not perfect, Mama," Amethyst smiled softly, "No one is, remember? Though, I guess that makes us match in some weird way."

"How's that?"

Amethyst paused, then struggled to shrug while locked in Helga's arms, "I don't know. I was just trying to sound romantic."

Helga snorted, "You're fucking adorable."

"Just adorable?" Amethyst asked, "Are you sure there's nothing else you want to call me, Mama?"

Helga held the vole's chin, "Oh, there's lots of things I want to call you. But first, I need to wrap a collar around your neck. It looks cold without one."

The vole bit her lip and smiled wide, her eyes sparkling, "Oh? That never stopped Mama before. What changed?" she asked, fluttering her eyes in some vain attempt to be sultry.

The older dyke smiled, "Mama just can't imagine her little slut without her special collar."

Apart from Helga's phone call with Tabs, the ride home was quiet. Amazingly, the bullet that hit Tabs passed through her body without hitting anything. The wolverine complained that they were gonna have her sitting in the bed for a few more days to be sure, muttering something about being carried out by a wheelchair when she can walk just fine now. Helga laughed it off. The pig played with Amethyst's ear piercings while she listened, and continued to when the call finished. She also reached down below Amethyst's skirt whenever they reached a redlight or stop sign, toying with the belt that was still locked over her privates.

Helga smiled. She figured that it would have removed during all the chaos. But her little symbol of ownership was right where she left it, ready to be replaced by a new one. Any calm demeanor they had vanished as Helga closed her house door. They were upon each other, with Amethyst cradled in the older pig's arms as they laughed excitedly.

Her vole frowned as they passed the basement, "We're not using the dungeon?"

Helga nodded, "Mama wants to be more, intimate," she said as they entered the bedroom, casually dropping her pet on the bed, "Face the wall and strip, don't turn around until I say." she ordered.

She sorted through her closet as Amethyst followed the command. Helga held back her giddiness when she saw the box, the box she'd been waiting for so long to open after she bought the contents. She laid it out on the bed, along with a leash, a reasonable strap-on for her vole's first time, some lube, and her backup key from the drawer. Stripping down and putting the strap-on on, her fingers twitched in excitement as she opened the container. A leather collar sat inside, with soft inner lining and several studded but not too sharp spikes adorning it. There was a small D-ring in the middle, with a special tag attached that Helga made at a feral pet shop: Property of Helga Foley.

Playing her special playlist from her phone, Helga took a deep breath. Amethyst was naked except for the chastity belt when the pig faced her. Collar in hand, smile across her lips, and Manowar playing in the background, Helga leaned into her vole, pressing the silicon rod against her backside as she whispered into the vole's studded ear.

"Do you have any last requests as a free cunt?"

The vole exhaled, her body shivered as she replied, "Don't hold back, Mama."

Her heart leapt, "Oh, I had no intention to, slut," she carefully wrapped the collar around the brown-furred vole's neck, whispering, "Amelia Barret, so long as you wear this collar, you are my property. Both in and out of play, you belong to me and me alone unless I say otherwise," she looped a finger through the collar and pulled her closer, "Do you remember our first meeting? What I said about popping your precious cherry?"

The vole nodded as Helga's hand reached down over her belt, "Good. Now let's make it official."

Pulling her by the hair, the pig forced Amethyst head onto the bed. The vole smiled and laughed with excitement as Helga grabbed the key and unlocked the belt. A few quick spankings turned that laughter into squeals, though the giddiness still remained.

"You're a fucking mess down here," Helga teased as she rubbed her fingers through Amethyst's wet snatch. She flipped the vole on to back and wiped her juice covered fingers across the punk's face, giving her fur a shameful shine. Amethyst licked Helga's fingers clean when they pressed against her mouth, like a feral dog. It was pathetic, making the pig woman all the more eager.

Helga grabbed both of Amethyst's hands and held them apart as she lined the strap-on against her vole's pussy. She leaned in, her green eyes staring into Amy's indigo, and said, "What's the safeword?"

"Pineapple, Mama."

Helga smiled, "Good girl," she said before slowly pushing herself in. She silenced any moans from Amethyst with her tongue, wrestling for control as their lips collided while she pushed deeper and deeper. She knew it would hurt, being Amy's first time down there. But she was going to make every inch of it worth it for her little bitch.

"Fuuuuck," Amethyst moaned as their lips part, followed by a resounding slap from the older pig. The redness across her fur and the shock in her eyes disappeared when Helga kisses her again, taking in her breaths as she began to pump her hips carefully against the vole.

"We're passed the grace period now, my little muffsniffer," she said while building up her thrusts. The butch pig had no intention of just making her little cunt cum right away. No, she wanted this to last. She'd fucked enough people to get a rough idea on how to get her bitches at that edge and to keep them there.

The vole squeaked as Helga softly bit into the nipples of her pet's pert breasts. Amethyst's arms struggled in the pig's grasp, the strength of her owner holding her in place as she toyed and toyed with her body. Her vole's pleasure filled profanity blanketed the room, covering out the slick sounds of her Helga's pounding.

"I...fuck..." Amethyst bit her lip as she tried to speak. Heavy panting interrupted each word, "I'm...'m c-close, Mama."

"Already?" Helga chuckled. Amethyst wrapped her legs around the pig's waste, a cute attempt to prevent her Mama from stopping. The butch pig had no intention, leaning in and whispering, "What if I said no?"

A breathless gasp escaped the vole's lips. Helga smiled, "What if I told you that you weren't allowed to cum? Would you still do it? Is your pleasure more important than mine?"

Helga didn't relent her thrusts as she probed more, "I could stop right now, and just lock you back up. I could just keep you on edge for as long as I want. Keep you nice, needy, and obedient until you'll burst just from the scent of my pussy. Tell me, slut," Helga growled, "Would you hate that? Would you hate being Mama's permanent denial slut?"

Despite the tears in her eyes, Amethyst shook her head. Helga snorted, "Cum for me, my slave." She ordered before kissing Amethyst one more time. The vole's moans were locked tightly behind their touching lips as she came, letting weeks of denial finally break through. Her legs tightened around Helga's waste, then finally loosened and dropped when her orgasm subsided.

The older pig woman looked at her vole with pride as she stood above her, pulling out the juice covered strap-on. Amethyst laid out before her, arms wide, face in ecstasy, and legs hanging loose off the bed. She'd seen this pose so many times, and felt accomplished every time. This was special, however. This, unlike the others, wasn't the end. It was a beginning.

She snapped her fingers, "Don't pass out yet, my little pet," Helga said as she unclipped her harness, revealing her own moist pussy, "Mama still needs some loving."

***

Helga didn't check the clock when they finished. It was probably late, judging by the darkness in the windows, but she had no idea if it was late at night or early in the morning. She didn't care, being perfectly content with spooning her vole.

"You weren't serious about the denial stuff, were you Mama?" Amethyst asked.

The pig brushed through her vole's punkish hairstyle, taking care to draw her finger across the shaved side, "Maybe. Would you like me to?"

Amethyst shook her head, "Not that much."

"Then I won't," Helga kissed her neck, "Though we'll definitely do some denial play. I wasn't kidding when I said I liked you horny and desperate."

She pinched Amethyst's nipples, "I think it's time to get some rings. Wouldn't you agree?"

"I want big ones, at least enough to put your finger through,"

"Oh, demanding are we?" Helga teased as she fondled her vole more, "Does little miss punk want anything else?"

"Well..." Amethyst turned over to Helga, taking a peek at the pig's tattooed arms before looking back into her green eyes, "I've always wanted a tattoo."

Helga grinned ear to ear before kissing her vole, "Well, I've always wanted my name as someone's tramp stamp."