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Amethyst knew they should have taken separate cars. Why she agreed to let him drive was a reasoning only the Amethyst of then knew. Pity? An extra chance? Either way they fell flat as the dog and vole sat awkwardly in the front seat of his rental while driving down the freeway to Michigan Adventure. Trying not to lean into the doorframe like a bored child, she snuck a peek over to David, her birth and absentee father. If he carried the same panic, he was great at hiding it.

Why an amusement park? Why'd she even recommend that? Amethyst wasn't twelve, but the panicked thoughts of what she and David were supposed to do there battered her head. What was the plan exactly? Go on a few rides, grab a slice at pizza paradise, and call it a day? A beep from her phone shook her out of mind. 'How's it going?' Helga texted, not even thirty minutes into the day and she was already checking in.

She texted back a shrug.

'Try to converse with him,' Her lover texted back, 'I know you've got enough of a loudmouth to talk. You do it plenty when we play.'

There's a difference in being a brat in play, and striking up conversation. Still, Helga had a point. Closing her eyes, Amethyst took a deep, subtle breath and turned to face the canine. She met his eyes dead on, mouth hung open as though he were about to speak.

They avoided each other's gaze and stayed silent through the rest of the ride.

Parking and getting into Michigan Adventure was easy enough. David didn't complain about the prices listed, and the lines moved decently fast. "So...what do you wanna ride first?" He asked, putting his wallet back into the loose jeans around his waist. She shrugged, "You're the one who isn't local, why don't you choose?"

"Wouldn't a local have better ideas?"

"I don't come here enough to have a preference." An hour long drive and a near thirty dollar season pass were plenty of reasons why the vole never came. That and she got plenty of excitement from Helga's homemade dungeon downstairs. David nodded and looked over the rides listed at a nearby standing map, or was it a kiosk? Amethyst wasn't sure. "Oh, they have a log water ride."

"So riding in a plastic or rubber tube that's designed to look like a hollowed out log while listening to animatronics of lumberjacks singing?"

"I think it's more metallic than either of those. Plus this isn't Disney, so no singing animatronics." He continued looking over the list, "We could try something else if you'd like, maybe-"

"No, no, I'm ok with the log ride." Amethyst scanned the map to locate said ride, "I mean, we've got a whole day to dry off, right?"

"I doubt we'll get that wet," David said with a smile, "But yeah, we got the whole day. By the way, did you know these rides were based on how lumberjacks used to transport logs?" She blinked, then shook her head. The vole never really thought about lumberjacks in the 1800's. "Yeah, it's a fun tidbit. But don't worry, I'm not the kind of guy that's gonna drill you on useless information. It's not even my main hobby."

Sure enough, there were no animatronics. Nor much of anything with the log ride itself. David sat behind her as they entered the fake hollowed out log, getting comfy as they pretended to float down the small river before the chain hooked the bottom and pulled the two up the nearby ramp.

"Comfy?" David asked, noticing how she struggled to keep still. She nodded, bobbing her half shaved head back and forth, "Fine, just..." Her chastity belt wasn't built for hard seats or the awkward position she was sitting on. "Just need to get set up, that's all." Reaching the apex, Amethyst held onto the side bars tight, expecting a single big drop.

Instead, they dipped forward and moved through the flowing waters down the curving ramp. She blinked, "I expected this to be faster."

"Well we didn't really look at the other people riding." David patted her shoulder, "You are ok, right? Not sitting on anything funny?"

"I'm fine, just..." She blushed, not wanting to admit her issue to him. The vole made a mental note to talk with Helga about belts and amusement parks later. "I'm fine. Just need to relax."

"I guess no rollercoasters later."

She laughed. If such a slow log ride were discomforting enough, a roller coaster would bruise her more than her Mistress's boot when Amethyst wanted to be stepped on. She swore under her breath, knowing now wasn't the time to think of something like that. "It's fine, I just-" The ride shifted. Looking forward, she saw the wide view of the park as they tipped over the final apex. Reflex had her hands hold the bars tight as she screamed through the controlled chaos of their crash to the depths below.

The sudden shift felt like a kick to the groin. Vibrations pulsed against her crotch. Gritting her teeth, she keeled over and exhaled to dull the pain. David's hand rested on her shoulder, "Did your belt ride up?"

She blinked, blood rushing to her face. He knew? How could he have found out? Sure she was wearing a skirt today, but the belt wasn't that obvious underneath her panties. The vole's red face burned brighter when their log stopped, letting that anxious energy empower her legs to leap out and power walk away.

Sure, he'd seen her in a gimp suit, but that was before she knew who he was. As much as Amethyst liked to pride herself on her day collar and chastity belt, indicators of her alternative lifestyle that made her subservient to a woman twice her age, she didn't actually want her parents to know it. The vole made it clear to keep her sex life out of her mother's head.

"Amelia," David reached for her, "Hey, Amelia, it's ok."

She batted his hand away, "No, it's not."

"What's not?" He asked, concern and annoyance mixing over his face, "That your girlfriend is too worried I might do something so she left you belted? Or that right now you need ice underneath your crotch to deal with it?"

Amethyst found her tongue caught in response. Blushing furiously, she nodded on the latter part and the two went to the nearest stand that could offer them ice. "I wouldn't have put you on that ride if I had known before you got on," He said, handing her a small bag as they made their way to a more private area. "Believe me, I've dealt with the perils of chastity a few times. Even people who are used to wearing them can have issues with bumpy roads."

She nodded absently and pressed the bag underneath her skirt. Were they really talking about this? It couldn't have been appropriate, and yet all the vole wanted to ask was more details. "Was it Jenny who had that issue?"

He laughed, "Jenny had plenty of issues. Though I think Malcolm had the toughest time adjusting to his cage, and it wasn't just because he's well endowed." Smiling, he jacked his hand into the air, "The wolf had a bit of a masturbation habit. It was why his career was tanking. Poor kid was thinking about quitting when my wife suggested he try chastity out. It ended up helping him find a niche as a sub for gay porn."

"So he's not just acting like Jenny?" Amethyst remembered the rat pornstar telling her that she preferred being a sub, but acted as a dominant on screen. It did ruin some of the vole's fantasies, but she found her reality all the better with Helga anyway. David shook his head, "All porn stars act, Amelia. Very few of the noises they make are natural in sex. But Malcolm does fall into his role a bit easier. And he's a fun guy to have around the house. Pretty handy whenever we need to set up some furniture or displays."

"I thought you had maids for that?"

"Annie and Alex don't like to do heavy lifting. Alex will help if we really need a third set of hands, but they prefer to be cleaning or cooking. And, if I'm being honest," David patted his stomach in reverence, "I should probably stop indulging in Alex's sweets. But they are so hard to kick after a long day."

"Bet you can just enjoy his sweet ass," Amethyst said with a smirk. The dog froze, his face blushing before a soft smile cracked his face. She leaned in, "Oh come on, David. You're telling me you don't enjoy having a haram at your place?"

"Well...I mean I don't know if I should talk that much about-"

"Dude...you've seen me in a gimp suit and," She pulled the bag of ice from her crotch, "gave me this to help with a bruise from my chastity belt. I think we can talk about BDSM."

"I mean...but I'm also your birth-"

"I know. But we've been awkwardly springing up failed conversations all day. I don't exactly have other hobbies I can talk about, and I avoid this stuff with my mother because she raised me. So, while this is kind of fucked up, it gets us talking."

"You don't have other hobbies?"

She sighed, putting the ice back in place. "Not really. I've been trying stuff out; video games, writing, knitting, hell I even tried to get really into exercise only to remember I love sleeping in." Though she still occasionally went out with Helga and Rebecca in the mornings, for stamina purposes. Resting against her palm, she watched the parkgoers pass by with seemingly normal lives. "I just kind of...never got into stuff. I was a busy kid, kept myself occupied with studies and clubs. Fuck, I used to be track captain."

"Doesn't sound like you remember it fondly."

Amethyst didn't, not with her realizations. "Mom was...busy a lot. I wanted her attention, but I didn't want to be a burden on her. I mean, a single mother already has a tough enough time. So I decided to just try and be the best student I could be. The kind of girl her mother could be proud of. And she was, I know that now. She just...wasn't the best at showing it."

"That doesn't sound like her," David said, "Although...I guess a lot can change in a couple of decades."

"What was she like?" Amethyst asked. She never considered who her mother was before her, and no one she knew could answer that. Well, aside from her grandparents, but after Folsom they might as well be dead to her. David leaned back, patting his hands on the table as air slowly escaped his gullet. "Well...she was kind of a bad girl."

"No." She smiled in surprise. Her straight-laced lawyer of a mother, a delinquent? How cliche can she get? "What, did she hang around with a bad crowd?"

"That's where I found her," David said with a blush, "Back when I was trying to hide my status, I'd hang around some seedy areas. I'll admit, I kind of stood out at first in my looks, but my attitude got me accepted."

"What, you stood your ground and they let you in?"

"Well, I took a couple of hits and threw a few right back." The canine chuckled, rubbing his cheekbone at the memory, "I don't know how to explain it, but some folks become good friends after a fight. Course, this is less true the older you get."

"So what about mom?" Amethyst leaned in, excited for more. "She some hanger-on to a big dude you had to arm wrestle or something?"

"No, No..." He shook his head, "Well...ok yeah, back then I think she was dating a bulldog, or he might have been a friend. Things got muddled. She had a way with words, both to start fights between guys and end 'em. I think the only reason we hit it off was because I could hold a conversation with her."

"Did she ride?"

"Backseat only." David laughed. The more he explained, the clearer her mother's past became. From the wild hair, the denim jackets, the smart mouth with the rough crowd. She grinned, "I guess the apple didn't fall far from the tree."

"I don't know, Joyce was never into robbing the grave."

"Helga's not that old, and it's not her age that I'm attracted to. It's her...confidence." More than that. Her confidence, her strength, and that 'take no shit' attitude she saw at a glance. At first, it was just those, making her the perfect butch woman to hold her down, but over time Helga revealed better things. Her wisdom, her softness, and that blunt opinion she delivered when people needed to hear it the most.

"Well, confidence is attractive. Hell, that's what Lorraine saw in me, somehow." He looked down, staring at the still hands resting on the table. "Your mother was...the bad girl. I was smitten when I first saw her, put her on a pedestal like every young moron does. She felt so unreal to me that I felt scared around her. I like to say I matched wits, but in truth, I felt like I was on a tightrope each time. She pushed me out of my comfort zone so much that I felt weird inside of it."

"So she was the 'bad influence'?" He nodded, "So much that I was afraid to tell her who I was, more than anybody. Afraid I'd be judged for the successes of my parents, for the easy life I had. But...she didn't. She saw me as me, and there was nothing better than that."

Their trip down memory lane gathered more attention than any of the attractions. They still tried some, barring any roller coasters thanks to Amethyst's belt, but by the end of the day they were still talking and even laughing about what they shared. Joyce, tips and tricks about S&M living, and then hobbies themselves. "So how do you find a hobby? Beyond just like, trying everything and wasting money on useless junk?"

"Well," David closed the car door behind him, "Wasting money on useless junk is pretty inevitable. I developed hobbies through friends I met and the activities we enjoyed together, and over time I started liking them myself. Currently, I paint miniatures in my free time, not that I ever have the free time to use them."

"So the modern equivalent of a ship in the bottle?" Amethyst buckled up. David chuckled to himself as he nodded and started the car, "Yeah, pretty accurate. I'm sure you'll find a hobby. But maybe you should figure out what you don't like about the hobbies of your friends?"

Scooting back into her seat, Amethyst thought quietly through the drive home. "Well, Rebecca's pretty big into horror movies and exercise. The exercise I kind of get, but the horror is just...eh?" She added a waving shake of her hand. She'd heard of the classics, but the pitbull back home seemed to find niche after niche subgenres. They did make Helga freak out, which made for great cuddling later. "Helga's into her bike, and working out."

"Sounds like your friend's like to stay in shape." David patted the pudgy stomach over his lost abs, "Can't say I relate."

"I think Helga has a bit of a complex with herself. She really hates it when people assume she's supposed to be fat cause she's a pig. Now I love her, but she stares at the mirror too long whenever she thinks there's an excess of flab on her stomach. No offense." David shrugged. "And then there's her bike. She works on it every weekend and I offer to help but she tells me to keep off of it. She says it's about safety, but honestly I think she's worried I might mess something up."

"That's possible." He nodded, "So these are things that don't interest you?"

"Pretty much. So far the only thing we all primarily share is S&M. I love them but...it's like, my entire identity. Even the punk persona is just kind of me liking the look. I don't dive that deep into music."

"Well, I'd give it more of a chance. I heard punk is making a comeback in the music scene nowadays. That band...um..." He snapped his fingers, "Lockjaws?"

"RockJaws."

"Right, them. They're making some waves."

Soon enough they were back home, with David walking Amethyst back to Helga's front porch. Still, they talked, as if everything between them was normal. It wasn't, but neither of them led normal lives in the first place. "Hey...it was great to spend the day with you," he struggled to say, to acknowledge it was over. "If...if you're ever in San Francisco, or need help, please give me a-"

Amethyst buried her head against his stomach and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Thanks for everything...Mr. Reese." He knew she wouldn't call him dad. One small meeting and one day at an amusement park wasn't enough to fix two decades of absence. David wished she could all the same, to hear that word uttered with love and not lust. Still, he smiled and wrapped his arms around her, "No, thank you, Amelia. My offer still stands."

"I know. Just call me next time you come by."

"Next time?"

"Yeah. You want to be in my life, right? Well," she looked up, smiling, "Then we need to plan for another visit. Maybe I could see you during Folsom?"

"Oh god no, not Folsom." As liberal as he was, David had his limits, "But you visiting the city again would be nice."

With their last goodbyes of the night, David drove to one last stop before his hotel. His finger didn't shiver as he pressed Joyce's doorbell, fears having been forgotten before she opened the door. "David?" Joyce looked him over, clad in grey sweatpants, a pink short sleeved shirt, and her headfur hanging loose. She smiled and sighed, "You know, it's rude to come by nowadays without calling ahead."

"I guess you could say I'm a bad boy." The vole rolled her eyes and let him in. "Sorry, couldn't resist. Did I interrupt you?"

"If it was anything important, I wouldn't be letting you in. Wine?"

"Water...actually, I'll have the wine."

Nodding, she turned and sat down on her living room sofa. "So, why are you here, David? Did things not go well with Amelia?"

"No, they went swimmingly." Though not as he planned. Taking a seat across, he talked about their day at the park and the conversation they had. Omitting any private details his daughter likely wouldn't want shared. "You raised a wonderful girl, Joyce. I'm sorry I couldn't be a part of it."

"If it helps, I was rather absent in her life as well," Joyce poured herself a glass of red wine, "I was busy with work, trying to provide what I could for her, that I neglected her. And now she's off dating someone twice her age."

"You have a problem with that?"

Joyce nodded, "I mean, I think Miss Foley is a good woman, but I'll admit I get weirded out knowing someone older than either of us is in the same bed as my daughter. It's practically the same as a nineteen year old dating a man in his seventies, except there's no money involved."

"I wouldn't put it like that." David did see the similarities. "But you wouldn't change it, would you?"

"Of course not. And I don't really talk about it that much." Taking a sip, she added, "You've just caught me with a little bit of alcohol."

He nodded, then paused as he considered what to say next. Joyce found it, "Still, I'm glad she didn't let our mistakes ruin her. She's a well meaning woman, giving everyone a chance. Even my terrible parents."

"Hopefully she never meets mine." David smiled. The two laughed, and he ended up pouring himself a glass and raised it, letting the crimson liquid swirl, "To lost time."

She raised hers, "And new beginnings."