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2020: Michigan

"You know, I was really tempted to keep the batteries in it when packing your luggage."

Amethyst's indigo eyes widened and a blush lightened up the brown fur across her face. The vole looked up to Helga from the bench as she tied her red and black sneakers, her giddy little smile made the older pig's own confident smirk all the stronger.

Helga put her boot up to the metal bench, leaning in to tie it as she whispered, "Though that might have taken too long. Tell me, was the TSA agent surprised about the piercings?"

Amethyst shook her head. Given the new eyebrow piercing, Helga figured the vole was going to light up the metal detectors anyway. Being the thoughtful Mistress she was, the pig saw the perfect opportunity to add a little fun to their trip. She almost wished she had kept a vibrating dildo in Amy's carryon, just for that old goat to pull it out for all to see.

"What about the belt?"

A soft giggle escaped Amy's lips as she nodded, "Eyes like headlights, Mama." she said, biting her lip to keep her from just laughing aloud. Helga ruffled through Amethyst's green-dyed side cut Her pet had been so full of energy since Helga brought up this little trip, letting her Mama push her further and further until the pig was sure the little punk would drop her pants right here and now if she demanded it. If Helga was a crueler woman, she might have ordered it. But then her slave would be arrested for public indecency.

"Come on, flight boards in twenty." She said, grabbing her own carryon filled with the basic necessities of flying she didn't want to lose. Spare casual clothing, bathroom utilities, Amethyst's gimp mask that she folded up well enough to not cause the TSA guy at the machine to stare wide-eyed. She probably didn't need two pairs of jeans in them, given that the one she was wearing now could last the entire week if she chose. Truth be told, the older pig looked like she was ready to ride cross country on her Indian than ride a plane, with her memory worn leather jacket, black biker boots, and a grey tee. She was a lot more comfortable with that idea but given that the street fair was on the west coast and they could only get a week off with Amethyst's college break, flying was the quickest option. Cheaper too, considering gas prices nowadays.

Didn't make her any less nervous. Helga didn't enjoy not having control of the situation, so much that she insisted on driving her slave's kia whenever they took it out. Cold sweat ran down her brow at the thought of being stuck in a big metal tube with uncomfortable chairs for several hours.

Amethyst gripped her hand, her smile calming Helga's nerves as they walked to their gate. At the very least, she had control with Amethyst. And they only had one flight.

"So you've never been there before?"

"Never had a reason to," Helga yawned, why did their flight need to be so early? "And when I first heard about it, I thought people were joking. A weeklong street festival of people openly in S&M gear? Sounds like something in a shitty porno."

"Would be an expensive porno," Amethyst snickered.

Helga nodded as they got in line. Already the A boarding group for their SouthWest flight was on board. She looked out to the red and blue plane parked outside, feeling the cold sweat returning.

Amethyst's grip brought her back, "You brought a blindfold, right?"

"Not in the carryon."

She smiled, "You can use mine. You look tired."

"I'm pretty sure I 'look' terrified. We should have driven."

"This was your idea. Besides, our luggage couldn't fit on the bike."

"I could have attached a trailer," she argued, following the line as it shrunk, "Probably would have been more fun if we did. Lots of fun pit stops."

Indigo eyes shifted back and forth, she whispered, "I don't think I'm ready for a cross country humiliation tour, Mama."

"Oh you are more than ready," she leaned in, "and if not, we'll just work on it."

"Ticket?"

Helga brushed her hair away as she faced the flight attendant, "Sorry, right...here..." her voice slurred as she stared into deep blue eyes nestled in a grey-furred lupine face. Blush formed in the pig's cheeks as she hastily grabbed her ticket and passed it to the wolf, mentally slapping herself at the familiarity she just witnessed.

It's not her, she thought to herself. It was just a memory.

That familiar face stayed with her as they boarded the plane, waded through the line, and somehow found a window seat on Amy's request. The vole pulled out a pink felt blindfold with closed eyes stitched into it, giving it to Helga as they buckled in.

She smiled, "I'll wake you up when we land."

"Thanks," Helga strapped in on as a thin hamster boy took their aisle seat, "Have you ever flown before?"

"Nope."

"Then why aren't you nervous?"

Amethyst hugged her porcine Mistress's arm, rubbing her face against it and cooing, "Because, I'm about to spend a week in a BDSM festival with my Mama. I'm too excited to be nervous."

Helga breathed in her sub's hair, taking in the youthful scent of the twenty-two year old college student. For almost a year they've been together, longer than any relationship Helga had bar one. She let herself fall asleep as the plane took off, hoping to drift into dreams and hopes of what their little adventure would entail.

Instead, she got an old memory.

***

1997: Ohio

"Bought time you brought me along," Helga snickered, hopping off the back of Tom's bike with an energetic, if not confident, swagger. The raccoon didn't share her enthusiasm, kicking down the kickstand of his red BMW cruiser before grabbing the younger pig's arm.

"Just don't say anything stupid, ok?" Tom asked.

"What, you afraid your grunge girlfriend is gonna embarrass you in front of all the leather grandpas inside? Maybe when you take over the joint you can let some fresh faces in."

"Take over? Like the Reaper will ever catch up to Sal," he smiled. His grip on Helga's flannel sleeve didn't loosen, "But seriously. Don't say anything stupid. You'd be surprised how few bikers see gender when insults fly."

The pig rolled her eyes, "Fine. I won't upset your leather grandpas. Don't wanna send them to the grave any faster."

"They aren't that old."

"Feels like it. Either that or they're just getting replaced by fags."

Tom let go, though the stern expression on his face told Helga that she said something she shouldn't. "Ok, ok." she said, waving her hands through the air, "Getting all the dumb shit out now."

"Promise?"

She leaned in to kiss him. Their lips touched, but only she pressed further. No resistance met her tongue as it drove deeper, holding the older coon's head in her hands as she breathed into him. At first, she liked it, just giving it to him without any fight. But now, she felt that there was something wrong with him. She saw the wheels turn in his brown eyes, but there was no spark, no passion.

She ignored it. He was probably just nervous to introduce someone eight years younger than him to his crotchety clubhouse. Like bikers had any room to judge, wearing leather like they all took it up the ass.

"Promise," she said, "Now come on, Tommy boy, I want a good beer for my first."

"You've had beer before."

"Yeah, but not legally."

Low beats of heavy metal rang across the cigarette smoke covered air. Helga waved away the fog, gaining a clearer view of the so-called "gang" that Tom ran with. She snickered, seeing just what she believed she would. A lot of older codgers dressed in leather jackets and bandanas. Some seemed to be closer to Tom's age, but not one under twenty-five seemed to grace Helga's view. The jukebox probably didn't have anything good, like Pearl Jam.

Straddling in with an undeserved swagger, the pig propped herself against the bar and flashed her three-hour old official license. An old bear with greying fur looked at her dismissively, more focused on cleaning the glass mug in his hands.

"What do you got in this du-"

"Hey Sal," Tom said, covering Helga's mouth before she got herself thrown out, "Sorry I'm late. Had to pick up my girlfriend from the DMV. She got her license updated."

Sal looked Helga up and down with one good eye. He put the pitcher down and grabbed the license, then looked back at the pig. She returned his gaze with a scowl and a challenging smile.

The bear shrugged, "Dishwasher's broken. Go clean." he said, tossing the card back onto the countertop. Tom nodded, patted Helga on the back, and headed towards the backroom. Sal put a pitcher of beer in front of her before the pig could say anything.

"Happy Birthday." his tone didn't give any hints of celebration. Helga smiled, "On the house?"

Sal nodded. Helga grabbed the pitcher, swerved her seat and leaned into the bar. The beer was cool to the tongue and had a better taste than the cheap beer stocked in her deadbeat dad's fridge, or the discount liquor store swill Tom bought for his place. For someone that worked in a bar, her boyfriend had shit taste.

The longer she stayed, the more she believed that sentiment extended more to just Tom's choice of beer. All these bikers did was drink, laugh, swear at the TV, or play pool. Apparently, there weren't many Lions' fans since they had the score ten to zip. Where was the action? The violence? Helga left the empty mug on the bartop and stepped off. Sal probably wouldn't mind if she headed to the backroom to tell her boyfriend she was gonna get a cab. And if he did, who gave a fuck? This place was too boring to come back.

"You lost, Flannel?"

Helga lost her response when she saw a pair of deep blue eyes looking down at her. A grey-furred lupine head with a red-dyed mohawk smiled before her, with a body dressed in spiked leathers and ripped jeans. The wolf's voice came in one ear and didn't leave, sending a warm pulse throughout the pig's body as she lost herself in those eyes.

"I...no...my boysfriendsh," her words slurred. It had to be from the alcohol, but Helga wasn't a lightweight. The wolf smiled, sending some blush to Helga's face, "Oh, you must be Tommy's girl." she sat down next to Helga, "Honestly I thought he was lying when he said he was dating. Cute boy, but I can't see him initiating it, you know?"

"B-boy?" Helga stuttered, she mentally slapped herself to stop but her mouth didn't listen, "Tom's n-not a boy."

A warm little laugh set a fire in Helga's chest, "Oh, cutie. They're all boys when you get down to it. Some people never grow up." the wolf said as she brushed past Helga's messy hair.

"Hey Lorraine," someone interrupted them, igniting a spark of rage and confusion in the pig as the wolf looked past her, "You up for round two? I got fifty on the table."

"Donny ain't here, John," she looked to Helga, "Although, would you be interested in some cash? Don't worry about being good, I carry Donny all the time in Pool."

Helga nodded before she realized what she nodded to. Lorraine's smile put any doubt to rest as she pulled the pig from the barstool and to the pool table. Helga didn't register who they were facing, only that she had a cue and Lorraine had a better ass than she'd been used to. The pig watched with gusto as the lupine biker landed shot after shot. Helga missed most of hers, giving the rest of the bar goers just enough confidence to put their own bets on the pot as the game continued. Fifty, one hundred, two-hundred, three-fifty, Helga surprised herself at keeping track in the lucid moments she had. Every other moment was spent watching Lorraine walk, talk, and shake her body.

Helga believed...knew she was straight. She had a boyfriend and everything. It had to be the alcohol that gave made her loopy. Maybe it was just really strong?

She headed to the bathroom as the billiard ball smacked the eight, vanishing from the crowd as the final outcome was determined. Cheers echoed in the distance, but terror and blush reflected back at her as the pig looked into the mirror.

"It's just the beer," she took a deep breath, "Biker's got good stuff. That's all." rinsing her face, the pig took a moment to ponder what she'd do next. She could probably go and just play more pool, maybe laugh it up with Lorraine. Take a moment to really talk with her, to watch those lips and imagine them against hers.

She slapped herself, "No," she thought. Maybe she could just walk out, catch a cab and not have to think about the deep blue eyes looking above her from the comfort of her bed.

Helga groaned, fingers gripping tight against the sink. She could just stay in the bathroom until closing. Have Tom pick her up and just not see that wolf-

"You alright, sweety?"

The pig swore her heart stopped when she heard those words. Lorraine's reflection stared back at her, standing in the bathroom as gravity closed the door. Her own green eyes widened in shock before she turned away from the mirror and faced the wolf.

The mirror was probably better.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine. Just...tired...that's all." she reasoned, pulling her flannel shirt up, "I think I need to just get going."

"Not yet you don't." Lorraine said. Helga wasn't sure if it was the phrasing or the tone, but she stood straight when she heard it, heart beating hard enough that she couldn't register the music outside.

The wolf stepped forward, pulling out an envelope and smiling, "Half of the winnings belong to you, after all."

"What? Oh, the winnings. Yeah. No." Helga muttered out in a flood of confusion, "You can keep them, you carried me after all."

Her pout felt like a knife in the pig's chest. "Alright," the wolf said, stuffing the cash back into her pocket, "But I can't just let you leave empty-handed."

"It's no biggie, really." Helga leaned into the sink behind her, "I had fun."

"So did I. It's nice to get a pair of fresh eyes on me," Lorraine leaned in closer, "I'm betting this is all very new to you."

Helga more twitched than shrugged, "Well, this is my first time at a biker bar. So-"

"Not that," Lorraine held Helga's chin, gently pushing her up to Lorraine's gaze as the wolf stood a foot above her, "I had my suspicion in the bar, but without the smoke, it's all the easier to notice. You're aroused."

The pig's throat tightened in on itself as she tried to speak. The wolf was so close, enough for the pig to smell her natural scent under all engine exhaust and cigarette smoke that had flooded them tonight. Helga's heart reved in her ears, her cheeks burned, and her mouth dried up.

Lorraine smiled, an oh so beautiful smile that put angels to shame, "How about I give you a little kiss? As a thank you."

She tried to shake her head, tried to throw this whole situation out of her mind. She was straight. She had a boyfriend. It was the beer.

"What's the matter? Is the little piggy afraid?"

Helga opened to speak, but Lorraine's lips silenced her. A wave surged through the pig girl's body as her lips collided. Her limbs froze still before falling limp in their sockets, letting her drop back into the sink before Lorraine held her closer with a single arm. The wolf's tongue entered her maw without resistance, bringing with it the warm lupine breath that fueled the fire in Helga's chest. Her hands found themselves against Lorraine's rump, squeezing as Tom used to for her.

Why was this different? She'd kissed her boyfriend hundreds of times. They'd fucked at least three times, each attempt leaving Helga feeling like she missed something. She'd been eager to fix it, always willing to push her boyfriend to bed just to make sure she did things right. But never had she felt so weak yet crave more.

She snorted and yelped as Lorraine's hand slipped past her belt, her lupine claws brushing against the pig's panties. A part of her screamed to push it away, but her body didn't listen. She jerked as the wolf toyed with her clit through the panties, already engorged and wet. A hushed moan escaped Helga's throat as Lorraine played with it, the abrasion of her undergarments bringing the pig girl closer and closer than she'd ever been with another.

Lorraine hoisted her away from the sink to a nearby wall, the force clattering some frames and hurting Helga but she didn't care. The pig wanted more, her arms searching wildly across the wolf's form to find something to hold, something to play with. She tried to grab the wolf's breasts, but Lorraine pushed her hands away. She had to do something, she needed to do something, but the wolf forbade every attempt. She wanted Helga to take it all and give nothing back.

A finger slipped past her panties and into her pussy. Lorraine broke off their kiss and covered Helga's mouth with her hand, silencing the pig's already self suppressed moans. Her blue eyes flared a hunter's glint as a small but oh so powerful smile crossed her lips.

"Do you want to cum?" she asked, a question so simple yet so intoxicating that Helga barely registered it as the wolf's finger plunged in and out of her pussy. Her tongue lolled pathetically as she tried to speak, now dulled by her lust instead of alcohol. Lorraine snickered, "I'll take that as a yes."

Helga didn't know how long it took, but her body tensed when it happened. The wolf biker's lips silenced her moans as her floodgates broke. Muscles contracted as wave after wave of orgasm hit her like a pro boxer to a sandbag, only held by Lorraine's weight pushing her against the wall. Tom never got her this far. She never got herself this far.

Ragged and heavy breaths escaped her as Lorraine let go, letting Helga slump down to the floor. Her juices stained her panties and she saw the very same juices drip off of Lorraine's claws as the wolf stood above her. The pig stared on in awe at the biker before her, eyes in a daze like she was experiencing the best high she'd ever tried. In many ways, she was.

Lorraine ran her hands through the sink before wiping the rest of Helga's juices away with a paper towel. She didn't lean down to Helga, instead, she stood tall like she was marveling at a successful project.

"Hope to see you again, Piggy."

"My...my name..." she tried to say as Lorraine walked out the door. She knew the wolf's name, but Lorraine never asked for her. She reached out as her tail excited from view, "is Helga."

***

2020: California.

Poking and prodding against her tattooed arm slowly roused her from her dream, "Helga? Helga?" Amethyst asked, before whispering low, "Mama?"

The porcine woman pulled her blindfold off. The muscles in her legs cramped up as her eyes readjusted to her surroundings. The plane was still full, with the thin hamster boy sitting next to her, phone out and casually looking at porn. Amethyst was to the other side of her, smiling as she unclipped her buckle.

"I knew you were a heavy sleeper, but I didn't think you'd miss the landing."

"We're," Helga rubbed her eyes, trying to relieve herself of any grogginess, "We're here?"

Her vole nodded, "Good dream?"

Helga chuckled, "You could say that."

"Was I in it?"

Helga paused, letting flush hit her face before shaking her head, "No, no. It was just a memory."

Amy pouted, the kind that made Helga want to pinch her cute little cheeks, "I thought I was always in your dreams?"

"Why would you be?" Helga teased as she followed through and pinched her sub's cheeks, "You're always there when I wake up."