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Bridgette had never felt so nervous in her life. Not once through high school nor during her entire first year of university. No test came close to this, no project managed to approach the sheer scale of nerves which now settled in upon her.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, trying her best to offer herself a reassuring smile. Yet, even her reflection looked stricken by this current affliction.
The wolf who looked back at her was obviously scared, worried, letting the little things get to her. She could see it in the wrinkles which settled in around her blue eyes and the way her grey fur was matted with a cold sweat.
It wasn’t a pretty sight to behold.
She huffed and pushed away from the mirror, instead moving back towards her bed and plopping down upon the edge of it. As she sat there, she cradled her face within her hands and let out a deep frustrated growl. This shouldn’t have been so hard.
Yet, here she was, worried, almost sick and nearly talking herself out of today’s event. One more bad thought and she was likely to cancel, consequences be damned.
Her phone buzzed and Bridgette tore her hands away from her face, looking towards it instead. It was a message from a friend she’d never met in person, telling her that she was now waiting outside, wanting to be let in.
Bridgette’s pupils were reduced to mere pinpricks as a fresh chill flooded her veins. For a moment, she was petrified with fear but she quickly told herself that a nervous wolf was many times better than a wolf who left their friend waiting outside in the cold.
So, she pushed herself up and headed for her apartment’s door, slipping out and moving towards the front door. Thankfully, she had a first-floor unit and it wasn’t a particularly difficult journey to make, for better or for worse.
As she approached the front, she caught sight of the woman on the other side of the door. Sure, she’d seen photos of her before. Videos too. But this was something far more real, tangible as she was just standing right there.
And that fact reinforced the anxious ball of raw nerves which was now nestled deep within her stomach. It sat there like a knot, tight and unforgiving.
This was Leah, a deer, and a beautiful one at that. She was tall and slender with a rich brown fur that was speckled with white. Her hair was dyed purple and pulled back into a ponytail, showing off her ears and the many piercings which dotted them.
Oh gods, Bridgette was so fucking gay. There was no other way to really describe how she felt about this stupid doe.
She managed to open the door, offering her companion a smile. “Leah?”
The deer perked up and offered a smile in exchange, along with a small wave. “Hey Bridgette, nice to finally meet you.” She moved towards the door and Brigette stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in. “Nice building.”
“Close to all the places that I need to be,” Brigette replied, nodding. “You uh… live in the West End, right?”
“Rents cheap out there and I’m a broke ass college student,” Leah teased.
Bridgette took the lead and stepped back into the building, heading towards her apartment.
“How is your day going?” she asked as walked the length of the hall.
Leah shrugged. “One of my classes got canceled so I guess that I can’t really complain. How about yours?”
“I have today off. So, things are going pretty good so far,” Bridgette replied, rubbing at her arm. “Need to get started on a paper though which I’m sure is going to kick my ass.”
“Oh yeah, what class?” Leah asked.
Bridgette groaned. “Animal geography.”
“Oh, I took that one last semester,” Leah beamed. “Do you have Charlie Wood or?”
“Linda Trudeau,” Bridgette grumbled. “She’s pretty brutal.”
Leah hissed. “Yikes.”
They finally reached Bridgette’s apartment and she opened the door, motioning for Leah to go inside. It was an offer which she accepted as she stepped past the door, making a show of looking around the unit as she entered.
Unfortunately, the way she looked around didn’t do Bridgette’s brain any favours. Maybe it was just her imagination but she swore that her gaze seemed critical. Sure, she’d cleaned this place twice before Leah even got here. But that still didn’t feel like it was enough. Would her guest think poorly of her for the dirty glass on her island or the half full trash or…
“Place has nice vibes,” Leah said.
Or it could be… completely fine and it was all in her head. She supposed that worked too.
It was a space that felt lived in with photos and art upon the walls. The furniture was old and mostly second hand though the couch was pretty new. There was a bookshelf off in the corner which was filled mostly with fiction though had a small collection of knick knacks placed upon the middling shelves. And dear Lord, the collection just screamed massive fucking dweeb who wasn’t worth this doe’s time.
Leah kicked off her shoes and made her way over to the kitchen, placing her purse down upon the island. “Have you ever done something like this before?”
Bridgette bit her lip. “I uh… I have not.”
“Kind of got that vibe,” Leah teased, flashing a cheeky smile as she looked directly at her. “And here I was thinking that I was supposed to be the anxious doe.”
Bridgette sighed. “Sorry.”
“Hey, nothing to apologize for. I’d rather know what eating at you instead of trying to figure it out for myself,” Leah said, sitting down upon one of the stools. She interlaced her fingers and then rested her snout upon hrt conjoined knuckles. “Plus, I get it.”
“You do?” Bridgette asked.
Leah nodded. “You’re a newbie to the scene and you want to make a good first impression. I was there once.”
“Any advice?” Bridgette asked as she walked over to the fridge. “By the way, do you want anything to drink?”
“Just some water please,” Leah said.
Bridgette nodded and opened the fridge, pulling out a pitcher of water from inside. She then moved over to the cabinets and grabbed two of her best glasses.
“As for advice,” Leah murmured, humming. “I mean, you know your BDSM 101s, right?”
“Safe, sane, and consensual?” Bridgette asked, glancing at her guest.
“Well, yes those… but I meant more…” Leah motioned with her hand, searching for the right words to use. “You need to focus on communication above everything else. It helps a ton if I know your mental state as we go through things. It lets me make sure that we’re doing the correct thing and adjusting when something fucks up. You get me?”
Bridgette nodded. “Makes sense.”
She filled both of the glasses before placing the pitcher down, instead bringing the glasses over to Leah.
Leah smiled and took one of them, helping herself to a sip. “So, let’s practice, little wolf. What is your biggest source of anxiety?”
“I’ve uh…” Bridgette sighed, settling down on the other side of the table. “I’ve never been with a post-op woman before.”
Leah nodded. “Have you been with anyone who’s had a pussy before?”
Bridgette drew in a breath, looking off to the side. “No.”
“That’s good to know,” Leah stated as she offered a playful smile. “I’ll make sure to teach you how to properly take care of one. I promise that it doesn’t bite or anything.” She pointed at Bridgette. “Next anxiety.”
“I’ve never topped before,” Bridgette admitted.
Leah pondered this. “Do you have problems getting it up?”
Bridgette’s ears flattened. She couldn’t help but whine in response. It took her entire being to stop herself from spiraling at that question.
“At times,” she finally admitted, whispering as she rubbed at her arm. “Especially when I’m nervous.”
“Do you have a strap?” Bridgette asked.
Leah nodded.
“Then there you go, we have a plan B ready just in case things go south,” Leah teased. She reached over and placed her hand over Bridgette’s, giving it a comforting squeeze. “I know it can be a bit nerve-wracking but how long have we been chatting online for?”
Bridgette bit her lip. “A couple months now.”
“So, we’re not strangers, Bridgette,” Leah said. “Just… two friends talking through a different medium this time around.”
Just two friends…
The concept made sense when spoken aloud but there was still something which tugged at Bridgette’s grey matter, refusing to let it settle. There was that element of reality, tearing away at all the protective confidence that an online chat room provided. With her being right here, there was nothing to hide the imperfections, no shield from the reality that Bridgette was just an anxious animal who lacked any genuine rizz.
“What if I mess up?” Bridgette asked.
Leah smiled at her. “Then we pause, discuss what went wrong, and decide if we still want to go through with it and then continue from there.”
“You make it sound so easy,” Bridgette murmured.
“Because once you’re out of your own head, you’ll realize that it kind of is,” Leah said, drawing her hand back. “And because I’ve done this like a dozen times before, I know that once we’ve gotten over the initial hurdles, we’re going to have some really amazing sex.”
There was the word, that magic little word.
Sex.
Sure, logically, Bridgette knew that this was the reason that the two of them were here. They met on a BDSM website. Thus, they were going to do some utterly kinky, filthy, and depraved stuff tonight.
Yet, that word, that one little word felt so overwhelmingly crass. It tickled at Bridgette’s poor little suburban brain, making it go back to her puritan past. And because of that, she couldn’t help but blush, feeling her cheeks warm at the mere mention of fornication.
“God, you’re adorable when you blush,” Leah teased, grinning with an oddly predatory glee for a supposed herbivore. “I’ll have to get you to do that more often.”
“Shut up,” Bridgette grumbled, burying her face in her hands. “I’m still learning that sex is okay, you know?”
“Well, you better learn quickly because I’m horny as fuck and…” Leah leaned closer, grinning even wider as she did so. “I want that big dumb wolf cock crammed deep inside of me.” She licked her lips as she spoke, practically singing like a siren. “Knot. And. All!”
Bridgette bricked, shutting down there and then, going dead silent like a computer that was overwhelmed while processing data. She wasn’t even breathing at this point, just looking at Leah with a dumbfounded shock.
Leah played coy, smiling and looking off to the side. She took a sip of water, not even acknowledging so much as a word of what she’d just said. It was surreal, otherworldly, making Bridgette shake her head in disbelief.
“Need any help picking your jaw up off of the floor?” she asked.
Bridgette continued to shake her head, slowly coming back to the moment. “I’m…” She swallowed a lump in her throat. “I’m good.”
“I guess the question I have now is what type of stuff would you like to do?” Leah asked.
Bridgette bit her lip. “Well, I have a collar and a leash and would love the chance to do a little bit of petplay.” She took a sip of water, using it to justify her silence as she tried to compose herself. “I mostly just wanted someone more confident to take the lead and teach me the ropes.”
“I can do that,” Leah said.
She got up and stretched her arms above her head, cracking the stiffness out of her back.
Her motions seemed performative and Bridgette’s suspicions were pretty much confirmed as she got a good look at Leah’s slender and nimble frame. She was beautiful, truly beautiful, devoid of so much as a single imperfection. Her form was feminine and thin with breasts that were perky and petite, a nice handful each.
“Can I ask you another question?” Leah asked.
Bridgette nodded slowly. “What’s that?”
Leah took a second, dragging out the moment as long as humanly possible. She made a show of slowly dragging her tongue along her lips as she sized up her companion. Even though she was an herbivore, she still became the hunter, the predator, toying with the poor little pup who ironically looked at her like a deer in the headlights.
“Do you want to see my nipple piercings?” Leah suddenly asked, beaming.
Bridgette sucked in a breath, thankfully saving herself from squeaking. She quickly nodded, unsure if she could honestly trust herself to speak in her current state.
How the fuck was this woman so confident?
Leah winked at her before reaching for the hem of her shirt and lifting it off over her head. She tossed it aside and revealed that there wasn’t a bra nor anything underneath. Those breasts looked delectable with each of them ending in a puffy nipple that was dotted with a silvery barbell that glimmered in the apartment’s light.
“Holy shit,” Bridgette whispered.
Leah smirked. “Come on, little pup, you’ve seen these a hundred times before.”
Little pup.
Fuck… why was that doing strange things to Leah’s brain. She wondered if her companion could pick up on them, wondering how obvious she was to read.
“Oh, did I strike something?” Leah teased, confirming that was in fact reading Bridgette like a book. “Does the puppy like it when I call her a good little dog?”
Leah whined and nodded quickly. She flushed as she heard her tail thump against her seat as it wagged on its own.
Stupid canine anatomy.
“Adorable,” Leah teased.
She reached down and groped her own chest, feeling up her bare breasts within her hands. She lifted them up and then let go, letting the petite weight drop and wobble in the middle of the air.
“Are you really going to leave me as the only topless girl in the room?” Leah asked.
Bridgette drew in a breath and let it out nice and slow, feeling at least a little bit of her faculties return to her. “No, of course not, Mistress.”
She had hoped that Mistress would have the same effect upon her companion that being called a good dog had on her. Sadly, it didn’t seem that this was the case as Leah pondered the phrase, looking so cool and cocky about it.
“Mistress is a good start,” Leah finally said, nodding. “But I think we’ll have to come up with something that’s a little more personalized.” She then snapped her fingers and pointed at Bridgette. “Now off with your shirt.”
Bridgette couldn’t deny this woman a moment longer as she reached for the hem of her blouse and started to take it off. It didn’t take long before she slipped it away from her torso and revealed her naked body.
Much like Leah, she hadn’t opted for a bra. Though unlike her, her own breasts were utterly average, a little larger but nowhere near as interesting as they lacked any accessories or jewelry.
Still, the sight of them made Leah grin, biting her lip. She motioned for Bridgette to come over, willing her forward with a single extended finger as she got to her feet. “How about a kiss?”
Bridgette couldn’t very well deny her. So, she got to her feet and made her way over, coming around the island. She was a little taller than her companion, ensuring that she had to look down at her in order to bring their mouths in line with one another.
Leah grinned and draped her arms around Bridgette’s neck, digging her fingers into the shaggy mane which covered the wolf’s head. They lingered like that for a good long moment, neither of them moving in for the kill.
“You seem nervous,” Leah teased.
Bridgette chuckled. “Yeah…”
Leah finally leaned forwards and pressed her lips against Bridgette’s own, sharing in this brief impromptu union. It was a little peck and then she drew back, still holding onto that commanding and unwavering smile as she leered at her companion.
“Holy shit,” Bridgette whispered.
Leah nodded. “Good?”
“Very good,” Bridgette confirmed, shivering. “You should do that again.”
“Nuh uh,” Leah said, sticking out her tongue. “If you want to kiss me again then you’ll have to be the one who does it.” She winked at her. “And yes, that’s an order from your Mistress.”
Well, if it’s an order from my Mistress…
Bridgette dipped forwards again, once more sharing in another kiss. This time their lips melded together and it wasn’t just a brief peck. This time, both of their mouths parted and their tongues came forth to fill the void. They tangoed around one another, dancing and toying with each other.
There was no drawing back from the kiss either as Leah dug her fingers into Bridgette’s thick mane, holding onto it for dear life. She ensured that this kiss continued, dragging on and making sure that there would be no breaking away from one another while she was in control.
Bridgette could feel Leah’s tongue press forth, gliding along her carnivorous teeth. It was like she was exploring them, seeing just how sharp they really were. This felt perverse with an underlying strangeness to having a prey animal taking the initiative against the big bad predator. It was sinful to the extreme and so pleasurable because of it.
The kiss lasted for several long moments with Leah taking her time. She even started to push back, pressing Bridgette against the fridge and pinning her in place. She reached out and grasped both of her wrist, applying pressure and forcing them against the appliance.
Bridgette was powerless, vulnerable, completely at this woman’s mercy. Yet, there was something so raw about that. She craved the sensation, desiring it so deeply. There was a pulse of warmth within her blood and she could feel her pupils shrink to mere pinpricks because of it.
Though just as this moment came, Leah drew back, grinning at her. “Not bad, puppy dog.”
Bridgette offered a shaky smile. “That was…”
“Holy shit?” Leah teased.
Bridgette nodded slowly, closing her eyes. She rumbled with laughter, not believing that something like this was actually happening. This sort of stuff didn’t occur to a girl like her. This sort of thing was… well it was something saved for the pages of spicy smut fics and OnlyFans accounts.
Leah drew away and Bridgette opened her eyes, watching as her partner moved away from the kitchen. “Which one is your bedroom?”
Bridgette blinked and couldn’t help but point at a small hallway. “The one on the left.”
Leah nodded and slipped into the room, leaving Bridgette to gawk at the door for a good long pronounced moment. That was until it hit her that she should probably follow the very pretty girl who was currently inside of her bedroom half-naked.
As she took that first step, she noticed that there was a familiar bulge nestled within the crotch of her pants, struggling against the fabric as she moved. She glanced down at it, seeing the outline as it lingered underneath the coarse material. The presence of something like that made her blush, biting her lip.
“Well, are you going to keep me waiting, little pup?” Leah called from the bedroom.
Bridgette drew in a breath and ran a hand through her hair. “You got this…”
She pushed herself away from the fridge and made her way over to the bedroom. As she came to the door, she stopped and saw that Leah was currently sitting upon the edge of her bed.
“Sorry for the mess,” Bridgette said.
Leah blinked. “What?”
“You know…” Bridgette pointed to the chair in the corner which had a few unfolded shirts upon it. “I… forgot to clean up.”
“This… isn’t clean?” Leah asked, looking around. She shrugged. “Looks pretty clean to me.”
“Oh well…” Bridgette came over, standing just in front of the bed. She couldn’t help but whine as her tail still arched back and forth, betraying just how excited she was.
Leah looked up at her. “You seem nervous, puppy.”
“Just a little bit,” Bridgette admitted. “I just… this is all really new to me.”
Leah nodded and looked down the full length of her body. “I could take things a little bit slower if you’d like.”
“If you wouldn’t mind,” Bridgette said, biting her lip. “If that’s okay, of course.”
Leah smirked and reached out, placing both of her hands upon Bridgette’s sides. Her touch was so tender as she stroked at her fur “Can I play with your cock?”
Bridgette nodded. She shivered as Leah slid one of her hands down, resting upon her belt. The doe skillfully popped it open, pulling it off, rung by rung. It soon clattered to the floor near the supposed chair of filth.
Leah then popped open her fly, unzipping it nice and slow. Even while being gingerly and cautious, it didn’t take long before she started to pull Bridgette’s pants out of the way, exposing her adorable striped panties and the pronounced bulge which lingered inside of them. There was even a wet spot, saturating the material and leaving a generous splotch behind.
“Lord, you’re so leaky,” Leah teased.
Bridgette shivered. “Sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?” Leah asked, smirking at her. “Believe it or not, I kind of like it when I get positive feedback like this.” She grinned, flashing all of those wonderful herbivore teeth. Yet, she managed to make those blunted molars look so daring in nature. “And I really like a girl who gets wet like this.”
She reached out and cupped this bulge, pressing her palm right into the wet spot. Ever so carefully, she started to grind into it, not gripping but firmly massaging, using the soft fabric of the panties as a medium.
“Fuck,” Bridgette whispered. “That… that feels good.”
“Glad you approve,” Leah teased, leaning forwards and giving the bulge a gentle kiss. Even this minor action was enough to make Bridgette shiver. “How badly do you want me to put this inside of my mouth?”
Bridgette flushed, trying to will herself into remembering even the basics of speech. She drew in a breath, letting it out slowly in some hopeless effort to stabilize her rowdy mind. “I… I would like that a lot.”
“Yeah…” Leah grinned. “I think that I’d like that too.”
She peeled the panties down, drawing them away from Bridgette’s hips. Inch by inch they moved further away from her body, slowly revealing the shaft which lingered underneath. The organ was a bright red in colour, fleshy and slick with pre. There was a generous knot near the very base which thinned into a long narrow shaft that ended with a mighty speared tip.
As Brigette’s panties slipped out of the way, her organ sprung forth, standing tall and proud in the middle of the room. A bead of something translucent lingered at the very tip, connecting Bridgette’s pride to the inside of her panties with a long strand of thin arousal. It was quite the mess, so wet and slick.
“Holy shit,” Leah breathed. “You really do leak like a whore.”
Bridgette nodded quickly, not trusting herself to speak.
“Awww is my puppy getting flustered?” Leah asked.
Bridgette whimpered and just continued to nod. Having that pointed out only managed to make her blush even harder as she realized that her tail was still wagging back and forth.
“A part of me wants to make you use your words,” Leah commented, smirking as she slowly shook her head. “But at this point, I think your brain has just about left the room. I suppose I’ll just have to get some begging out of you later.” She grinned. “How does that sound?”
Bridgette just kept nodding, further conceding to the fact that she was pretty much going nonverbal at this point.
Leah reached forwards and took the cock into her hand, stroking the length of it in firm purposeful motions. She glided back and forth with ease, aided by the generous amount of pre which almost seemed to form a glistening sheen upon her entire shaft.
“God, it’s so cute that the silly little puppy has such a big fat cock,” she leaned forwards and gave the head a gentle kiss. “How does a mutt like you even think straight when you get this horny? Surely, all of the blood must leave your pretty little head.”
Bridgette whined.
“How about barking for me, puppy?” Leah asked, stroking away at her host’s erection. “Do you think that you can do that for me?”
Bridgette flushed and went dead silent. Her eyes widened but her pupils were reduced to the size of mere pinpricks. The idea shellshocked her and she almost instinctively shook her head, stopping at literally the last possible moment.
“What?” Leah asked, drawing away. She looked so woefully disappointed about this development. “Do you not bark?”
Bridgette shook her head even more forcefully than before.
“Well, that’s a shame,” Leah teased, giving Bridgette a little bit of room. There was a coy look that lingered in her eyes, so commanding and in control of the situation. “Because I honestly only take care of puppies who know how to bark.”
Bridgette huffed. “Leah…”
“That’s not a bark,” Leah teased, allowing this sing-song edge to enter her voice.
Bridgette narrowed her gaze. Though she didn’t deny her, instead taking in a breath and reinforcing herself. She could feel a fresh dose of red preemptively flooding her cheeks, overcoming her complexion and threatening to ignite it.
YAP!!!
The noise sounded nothing like a bark and that made Bridgette flush even more fiercely than she already was. She balled her hands into fists, hating herself for making that noise while also hating herself even more for somehow twitching in Leah’s hand for making it in the first place.
“Adorable,” Leah teased.
She leaned forwards and took the tip of Bridgette’s erection into her mouth, accepting the first couple of inches with ease. Her tongue circled around it, moving in passive little strides as she seemed to explore the girth and sample the fine nectar which clung to the very tip of Bridgette’s erection.
“F-fuck,” Bridgette whispered. Leah looked up and cocked a brow, making Bridgette stiffen in response. “Errr… I mean arf arf!”
Leah drew back. “That’s better…” She flashed a playful smile. “See, isn’t it so much better when you do what your Mistress wants?”
She inched back on the bed, laying upon it and reaching for the waistline of her own pants. She moved with a nimble dexterity, undoing her belt and tossing it aside before easily kicking off her jeans. As they slid away, Bridgette could see a massive wet spot on the crotch of her own panties.
“Can I touch you?” Bridgette asked, almost absentmindedly. “I… that’s…”
Leah nodded and slid even further back, giving Bridgette plenty of room to crawl upon the bed. An offer which she took as she clambered upon the mattress.
It honestly felt surreal, otherworldly, getting to share this kind of space with another woman. She was speechless, looking down at Leah who held onto that same cocksure smile of hers. Though even this smile started to slip, looking a little unsure of herself.
“Something the matter?” Bridgette asked.
Leah shook her head. “You’re just really pretty is all.”
Bridgette blinked, left momentarily speechless by this confession. In the end, she giggled, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. “Jesus, you’re so fucking gay.”
“Only when it comes to cute girls,” Leah replied, winking at her.
Bridgette reached out and slipped a hand into Leah’s panties, massaging what lingered underneath. It felt so hot within the palm of her hand, slick with fluids. The organ was textured and puffy, seeming so very sensitive and delicate to the touch.
Leah moaned, batting her lashes at Bridgette. She reached down and hooked a single finger under the waistband of these panties, tugging them off and pulling them away. It took only a couple moments before she was fully exposed, flashing her pussy to the world at large.
Her organ was a vibrant pink flower with two pedals in the form of lips. It looked enticing, even more so as Leah pressed her fingers against it and gave it a few gingerly little strokes. She was testing it plain and simple, feeling totally lost about what to do.
“I can get some peanut butter if the puppy wants to play with it?” Leah teased.
Bridgette blinked and then looked down at it. She tried her best to stay steadfast. Yet, that line sent her into a snickering fit, one which she had little hope of recovering from.
“Too much?” Leah asked, flushing and covering her face with a hand. “That feels like it was a little too much.”
“Just a bit,” Bridgette rasped, burying her face into the sheet until her fit had come to an end. Thankfully, it seemed that Leah would give her the time as she also seemed mortified by the phrase that had just come out of her mouth.
After a few moments of this, and more than a little snickering laughter between them, the two of them once more focused their attention on one another.
“Would the puppy like to eat me out?” Leah asked.
Bridgette bit her lip but nodded. There was no denying how appealing that sounded. “Yes please.”
Leah smirked and wiggled her hips, allowing the organ to beacon Bridgette closer. She merely laid there, adjusting a pillow so that she could comfortably observe what was about to unfold. It was like she was some sort of classical royal, watching a deeply perverse event hosted for her entertainment.
Bridgette went motionless, staring at the organ and desperately trying to figure out what to do. She felt her ears fold back as she proceeded to get in her own head, wondering how this could go poorly, imagining all the ways that she could fuck this up.
“Hey,” Leah called. This managed to make Bridgette stir, snapping back to the moment and focusing on her Mistress as she gestured towards her pussy. “Are you just going to leave me like this? I paid good money to have this thing eaten out.”
“Sorry,” Bridgette said.
She leaned forwards and pressed her lips against Leah’s lower counterparts, kissing them ever so gently. When they didn’t bite back, she then pushed her tongue inside. The taste was utterly foreign but not unpleasant, not by any stretch of the imagination.
When comfortable with this, she then started to circle her tongue, moving along her inner walls in cautious motions. After a couple of tempered circles, she’d started to swirl with a bit more practiced ease. This was how the stories described it. This was how the characters in her smutty porn did it.
And it seemed to work as a faint moan oozed forth from Leah. As Bridgette looked up, she could see her friend’s brow tent and witnessed the pleasure as clear as day.
It emboldened her, if anything, getting her to go a little deeper still. Her tongue roved around this intimate place, experimenting and toying with her inner walls. They tasted a little acidic, having just the barest essence of her partner’s body products mixed in.
“Good puppy,” Leah cooed, reaching out and placing a hand upon the back of her head. “Keep going.”
Bridgette flushed, realizing that her tail had begun to wag on their own, yet again, devouring this praise so eagerly. Still, she knew that she wanted more of this. Thus, she obeyed without question, inching further forwards, only pausing as her tongue brushed against something which really made Leah’s voice rise.
It sounded so loud and Leah immediately jerked back, worried that she’d gone too far.
Leah seemed concerned as she looked down at her. “Everything okay?”
Bridgette flushed. “Did that hurt?”
“Did that hurt?” Leah asked herself, shaking her head. “No, no, that felt amazing!”
Bridgette flushed and offered a thumbs up. Instead, she tried to distract her Mistress by inching forwards again. She kissed and suckled at her lips before lashing out with her tongue, brushing against that little nub above them. Her actions were incredibly sporadic, clumsy, and inexperienced. Still, she kept her ear open, trying to appraise what worked and what didn’t.
If anything, she was a quick learner, adapting and shifting both her position and tempo as she took in more and more data from this affair. Soon the raw volume of pleasure that oozed forth from Leah grew more and more boisterous, her breathing coming forth in increasingly desperate puffs of desperation.
“Fuck,” Leah whined. “Keep going, puppy?”
Bridgette wagged even harder, feeling her tail smacking against the back of her upper thighs. Each time it made a dull thudding noise that was hard to ignore.
Leah seemed to notice it too as she chuckled. “Awww, who’s a good girl?”
Bridgette whined, flushing.
“That’s right,” Leah teased, reaching out and patting the top of her head. “You’re a good girl.” She chuckled and did that voice that people only reserved for feral mutts. “Yes, you are. Yes, you are!”
And of course, Bridgette somehow found a way to wag even faster still.
She closed her eyes and tried to gain control over herself, focusing on the pussy that she was slobbering all over. It was still foreign, uniquely new for her to explore. It was exciting as she rolled her tongue around a couple of times, toying with those lips and bathing them with her warm affectionate breath.
The organ twitched against her tongue and as she opened her eyes, she could see that Leah’s pleasure was drawn so clearly upon her face. Her brow was creased, her posture rigid as she shuddered with a poorly concealed glee.
As Bridgette worked this woman over, her breathing came forth in terse puffs of exertion, desperate breaths which sound so hungry and lustful. It honestly felt a little powerful, being able to control someone so utterly with only her tongue alone.
Soon, something acidic graced her taste bud. It was thin but sticky. It took her a moment to realize that it was even more of her friend’s natural wetness. She didn’t know if it tasted distinct or exotic as she’d never sampled something like this before. Yet, she knew that it tasted good, intimate, like a forbidden treat for doing her job well.
She lapped it up, using the flavour to push herself harder. It sent her on a mission, wanting more of it, right from the source.
As she worked, she could feel herself stiffen against the bed. Her own erection grew harder, painfully so. She could feel her knot twitch, desiring a hole to sink into and enjoy. She craved the act of breeding, wanting nothing more than to take claim of Leah’s pussy, right there and then.
Leah seemed to notice this as she looked down at Bridgette, smirking at her as she did so. “Does the puppy want to fuck me?”
Bridgette paused, drawing back and panting for breath. She nodded, conceding to the fact that she did.
“Adorable,” Leah teased, leaning back into the comforting embrace of Bridgette’s bed. “Maybe if you’re a good puppy, I might just let you do that. But you need to remember who’s in charge tonight.”
It wasn’t something that Bridgette was likely to forget anytime soon. Even though she was larger, stronger, and a carnivore, she knew that this woman was the one holding the invisible leash. This was the big bad bitch who was going to make all of the rules.
“Bark for me, puppy,” Leah ordered.
Bridgette flushed and drew away, feeling her ears instinctively fold back at the command. She pulled herself completely free and looked her friend in the eye. For the moment, she went dead silent, unsure if she could honestly will herself into doing something like that yet again. It felt silly to still have these sorts of hang ups. But here they were.
“Come on,” Leah repeated. “You were doing so good earlier.” She chuckled, leering at her. “Come on mutt, bark for your Mistress?”
Mutt.
Bridgette flushed and did as she was told, letting out an adorable little arfing sound as she yapped away so gleefully. It was followed by a second and third note, each of them growing a little stronger, more emboldened and carefree in nature. Soon, she was barking relentlessly, throwing caution to the wind and her pride along with it.
Leah snickered. “Alright, alright, good girl. Very good girl.”
“Am I doing good so far?” Bridgette asked.
Leah nodded. “You’re doing an amazing job, puppy.”
She looked around the room, humming to herself as she did so. It was clear that she was running a mental inventory as she gave herself a moment to appraise the situation. Bit by bit, some sort of plan started to take shape within her mind, growing in terms of its complexity. Yet, there was no way that Bridgette could possibly pick up on what it was.
Until finally, Leah nodded. “Stand up.”
Bridgette flushed but did as she was told, getting to her feet. Her cheeks somehow found a way to warm even further as she realized that her erection had hardened fully with it twitching in the middle of the air.
She stood there, glancing to the side as she was unable to meet Leah’s gaze. She knew that her guest’s attention lingered upon her erection, feeling those hot eyes upon it. She knew that she was just watching the way that such an organ stood so perfectly in the middle of the air, tall and proud.
“Whoa,” Leah teased. “Who knew that such a big dick could look so cute.”
“Leah!” Bridgette whined.
Leah snickered. “What? Do you not like it when I point out how massive your huge cock is?” She tutted. “Poor puppy, it must take all of the blood in your brain to keep that thing hard.”
Bridgette whimpered.
“I’m worried if it’s even going to fit,” Leah teased. She then hummed as she switched her attention elsewhere. “Puppy?”
Bridgette found the strength to look over, seeing that her Mistress was pointing towards her closet. “Yes?”
“Can you please grab your collar and leash?” Leah asked, winking at her. “I want to hold onto it while you breed me.”
Bridgette nodded so very quickly and made her way over to the closet, trying her best to pretend that her tail wasn’t wagging the entire time. She opened the door and peered inside, reaching for the top shelf. There was an ornate orange box inside with a silver lock upon the front of it. She grabbed this and took it out, placing it upon her desk.
The lock was just for show, doing nothing as she simply popped it open by hand and lifted the lid. Inside were her sex toys, a meagre collection that she’d been able to cobble together between rent, bills, groceries, and tuition. One of the items was a simple black collar with a matching lead, made out of a rough inexpensive leather.
She unclipped the leash and tossed it towards Leah who caught it, motioning for her to toss over the collar as well.
Bridgette looked at her collar, feeling the material against her finger. It honestly felt cheap, flimsy, not like a proper mark of ownership. This filled her with more than a little anxiety, wondering if she’d be silently judged for not spending enough on her accessories and equipment.
Yet, as she looked at Leah, her friend merely motioned again. One of her eyebrows was now properly elevated, obviously expecting obedience instead of this weird indecisive self-loathing. It didn’t feel right to disobey her at this moment. So, Bridgette reluctantly did as she was told, bowing her head and offering up her collar as tribute.
Leah seemed pleased as she took it, feeling the material for herself. Her expression remained playful, coy, brimming with that ever-present desire to dominate. There was no judgement there. At least as far as Bridgette could tell.
“This is a very cute collar,” Leah said. “Is it your first?”
“It is,” Bridgette replied, unable to stop herself from bowing. Her desire to be a good sub almost seemed second nature at this point.
Cute… did she just call it cute?
Bridgette bit her lip. “Sorry that it isn’t…”
Leah scoffed and lifted a hand, bringing any further critical comments to an end. She simply shook her head. “Dear, we’re both broke college students, I am not going to chastise you for not having all the gear in the world.” She then offered a genuine smile. “However, if you’d like, I could help you get something custom from the Collar Factory.”
“Is the Collar Factory any good?” Bridgette asked.
Leah shrugged. “It’s where I got my first custom collar done. It’s…” She hummed, pondering the question. “It’s definitely a decent first step.”
“Sounds like you have some war story there,” Bridgette teased, rubbing at her arm. She could feel her pride start to fade, reduced by the moment’s pause. Though she didn’t mind. It made it easier to think straight. “Is there?”
“I wouldn’t say that there are any war stories, per se. I merely found a better place to get my collars from,” Leah explained. “And if you’re a good puppy maybe I’ll even see about getting something for you from my usual guy. After all, I do enjoy it when my pets are dressed up in the finest stuff.”
Bridgette giggled and let out an adorable little bark in response.
This seemed to appease Leah who pivoted and sat down upon the edge of the bed. She patted the spot next to herself, waiting patiently for her adorable little puppy to make her way over.
A request which Bridgette didn’t dare deny.
Only, as she was making her way over, Leah seemed to change her mind as she instead lifted her hand and pointed down at the ground in front of herself.
Bridgette didn’t complain and settled into the desired spot, resting upon her knees. She folded her hands obediently within her lap, feeling her pesky little tail still wagging back and forth so eagerly.
That was just getting embarrassing.
Leah didn’t keep her waiting for long as she popped open the collar, starting to ease it around her throat. “Mind helping me with your…”
Bridgette reached up and gathered together her hair, ensuring that it was kept out of the way so that nothing would impede Leah’s work. This ensured that her companion managed to fit it securely in place, latching it shut in the back. Leah then proved that it wasn’t too tight nor too loose by wedging a pair of little doe fingers between the material and her throat. It was just right.
“You look so cute right now,” Leah teased.
Bridgette flushed. “Shut up.”
Leah faked a gasp. “Are you telling your domme to shut up? How rude of you.” She snickered. “Bad dog!”
Bridgette hated how powerful that phrase was, feeling almost paralyzed as it weaseled its way into her grey matter. In a moment, her tail stopped wagging and she went totally motionless, petrified in place. Her ears had even folded back with her eyes growing frighteningly wide.
Oh no…
Leah snickered. “Holy shit, Bridgette, I know you’re a dog but isn’t this a little much?”
“I’m sorry!” Bridgette whined. “It’s really hard to break through my biological programming. I hope you know that!”
“Having a biological disposition to serve is lowkey kind of hot,” Leah teased.
She reached out with the leash and popped open the clip on it, guiding it towards the ring on Bridgette’s collar. In less than a heartbeat, she clipped in place, linking the two of them together via this thin band of leather.
Leah smirked and gave the leash a little tug, testing it and the strength of material. It worked, being more than enough to make Bridgette sit up just a little straighter, waiting desperately for whatever command her friend was willing to provide.
They lingered like that, for a good long moment, with Leah obviously struggling to figure out her role in this as well. It was a little tell and a tiny blemish in the encounter, the slight fraying of a character as they started to move towards the real meat of their time together.
“Alright, puppy,” Leah finally said, giving the leash a tug. “On your feet, it’s time to breed me.”
Bridgette nodded and got to her feet, standing at the edge of the bed. She could feel a fresh dose of blood pulse towards her cock, making the ruby red flesh return to life with a renewed sense of purpose. It hung heavy, just ready to be used.
Leah picked up the bottle of lube and tossed it towards Bridgette.
“Do you have experience in terms of fucking people with penises?” Bridgette asked, popping open the cap.
Leah nodded. “I’ve uh… I’ve dommed plenty of other trans girls, yeah.”
Before Bridgette added a dollop of lube to her fingers, she instead shimmied over to her bedside table and popped open one of the drawers. There were a whole bunch of black gloves inside, perfect for this kind of thing, being more than able to stop lube and other less savoury fluids from getting stuck to her fur.
She quickly placed the bottle aside and grabbed two of these gloves, pulling them onto her hands with an audible snap to each.
“Good thinking,” Leah said.
Bridgette chuckled. “I have good ideas from time to time.”
“Do you uh… get a lot of practice on yourself?” Leah asked.
Bridgette chuckled nervously, rubbing at her arm. “A girl gets curious from time to time, you know?”
Leah’s eyes brightened. “How many fingers can you take?”
Bridgette clamped her lips shut. She didn’t want to say.
“How many, puppy?” Leah asked, a little more sharply this time. “Your Mistress is asking you a question.”
“The whole…” Bridgette swallowed. “The whole fist.” Then as an afterthought. “Ma’am.”
Leah gasped. “Holy shit. No way.”
Bridgette grinned sheepishly. “Way.”
She looked down at her hand and coated it in lube, saturating her gloved fingers in a solid sheen of the stuff. She then began to stroke it into her erection, covering the entire thing in this sinful slickness.
“God, you look so fucking cute,” Leah teased, looking right into Bridgette’s eyes.
Bridgette stirred and realized that she’d be gawking, taking in the view of her Mistress’ lower half for probably the tenth time this session.
It was an extremely good lower half. Her rump was tight, just begging to be squeezed. And her pussy looked amazing, puffy and dripping. It too was just begging for a certain dog to use it.
And she could smell that it wanted to be used, the scent of her arousal still clinging to her cold black nose.
All these years of being trans and she’d never even seen a post-op girl before. She hadn’t expected it to be so wet. There were strands of arousal upon it, linking her lips together.
She didn’t leave Leah waiting for long as she pulled her hand back and popped open the lube once again, adding it to her fingers
Leah grinned and folded her hands behind her head. “Gonna take care of me, pup?”
“Y-yeah,” Bridgette stated, surprised that her cheeks hadn’t actually burst into flames at this point. Her complexion felt so very hot, just brimming with an undercurrent of ceaseless desire. “Holy shit, you’re so fucking hot.”
“No… you’re so hot,” Leah replied, grinning at her. “And valid.”
The two of them could’ve gone back and forth, batting the compliment back and forth to one another. But Brigette decided to leave it at a single volley, knowing that they both knew that they were very hot and equally valid.
Instead, she focused on the task at hand, pressing two fingers against Leah’s hole and easing her way inside. It was kind of shocking to see the shift in Leah’s complexion, her cocky attitude quickly replaced with a euphoric joy as a series of especially frantic moans escaped from between her lips.
Leah’s hand slipped away from their perch upon the back of her head as she instead reached down and gripped the bed, digging her fingers into the plush quilt below. Her back even arched away from the sheets as Bridgette ventured a little deeper still.
“Holy shit,” Bridgette whispered. “Please tell me who your surgeon is… because this thing is fucking amazing.”
“W-will do,” Leah teased, letting out this breathy note of amusement. “Later though.”
Bridgette nodded.
Those moans mingled with the scent of her body and the warmth of her presence. Together they had an almost narcotic effect upon Bridgette’s mind, making her anatomy pulse with renewed life. A bead of something pearly oozed forth from the pointed tip of her cock and started to drain along the speared head.
“Do you want to breed me, puppy?” Leah asked.
Bridgette nodded so very quickly, pretty much at a loss for words. She just gawked, whining like an actual animal who was being teased with table scraps. At this point, nothing but the main course could possibly satisfy her hunger.
“Then breed me,” Leah said, her voice little more than a whisper. Yet, even a fleeting whisper held the strength of a siren’s song when it came from her. “I think you’ve earned it.”
Bridgette didn’t need to be asked twice as she pulled her hand out of Leah’s pussy. The sudden evacuation came with an audible squelch and a shocked little gasp from her Mistress. Clearly, she was not pleased with the sudden lack of substance in her hole.
So, Bridgette wasted little time in propelling herself along. She was just about to reach out and grip her Mistress’ hips but Leah suddenly stirred and placed a hand against her chest.
“Maybe uh… maybe lose the gloves,” Leah teased, looking down at them.
Bridgette blinked and looked down at her hands as well, seeing that one of the gloves was absolutely soaked with lube. So, she quickly tore them both off, tossing them aside and hopefully into the trash.
At this point, she didn’t care where they ended up. If they made a mess then that was a problem for a future her to worry about. The current her desperately needed to fuck a certain pussy and absolutely nothing was going to get in the way of that.
Now that the threat of fouling up Leah’s fur was removed, she reached out and seized her Mistress’ hips, lifting them up. It was a little awkward but she managed to align their crotches together, bringing her slick cock roughly in line with Leah’s dripping hole.
“Ready?” Bridgette asked.
Leah nodded. It would seem that the tables had been properly turned as she was now the one who had been left speechless, stunned into a stupor.
Bridgette brushed the tip of her cock against Leah’s folds, attempting to push inside. Unfortunately, the angle was a bit off as she just pressed against the hole with no real penetration to show for her efforts. With that failure, she then tried again… and again, each time missing the mark by only the barest amount.
“Fuck,” she grumbled under her breath, feeling her ears fold back.
She was letting her nerves get the better of her.
Leah chuckled and reached down, placing a pair of fingers against the top of Bridgette’s shaft. This seemed to be the little extra bit she needed in order to help bring the two of them properly in line. Now, as Bridgette eased forwards, she managed to push inside, nice and slow
It felt divine, utterly divine. Leah was so tight and warm, cradling Bridgette’s erection from every angle imaginable. It was like this hole was specially made for her.
…
Okay, not the best time to think about that reference.
Bridgette began to shallowly thrust, pumping away at the deer with every little motion of her hips. It wasn’t long before the sound of her cock slurping against lube filled the air, mingling with her own groans and the liberal number of frantic moans which escaped from her companion’s lips.
“Fuck,” Leah whined, grabbing the leash and holding onto it tightly. “Harder.”
Bridgette obliged, pumping forwards a little deeper than before. Her cock sunk into her effortlessly, sounding so crude as it slurped into place. Their flesh came together, brushing firmly against one another. They weren’t quite conjoined at the hips but they were getting there, moving ever closer to their final union.
Leah pulled upon the leash and forced Bridgette forwards. She then reached up and placed a hand upon the back of Bridgette’s head, gripping her hair. “Good girl, such a good puppy.”
Oh, dear God…
To the surprise of absolutely no one, Bridgette was yet again wagging. It was humiliating, making her blush. It certainly didn’t help that she could hear Leah snicker. Thankfully, her friend didn’t comment as she instead scritched her scruff.
At the very least, it hadn’t derailed Bridgette’s ability to thrust as she continued to pump into her regardless. Each of her motions ventured a little deeper than the last, pressing more and more of her ruby red shaft deep into the little doe’s tight hole.
A couple motions, a few fleeting gestures, that was all it took before the start of that thick knot rested against her tight lips. Bridgette then slowed down, petering out as she now lingered in place. She waited there, on the precipice, ready to push the fullness of her thick knot inside. All she needed was her Mistress’ command to do so.
Bridgette looked down at Leah, hoping for some sort of guidance.
Though as she did so, she found herself lost in those soft blue doe eyes. She became frozen, taking in the beauty of the other animal that she was embedded within. There was a twinkle in her gaze and she offered a rather playful smile which just looked too enticing to ignore.
In all honesty, Bridgette wanted to get to know those eyes, those lips, and every other part of Leah.
Oh God, I am so fucking gay…
“C-can I knot?” Bridgette whispered.
Leah nodded, giggling softly. “Please do.”
Bridgette braced herself, once again, and began to carefully push forwards. Her brow furrowed and she closed her eyes, pressing that knot against her companion’s hole.
A series of tense little grunts escaped her as she advanced. They mingled together with the pleasant chirps which bubbled forth from the very back of Leah’s throat. It was slow work, this hole being so very tight and almost fighting back against her. Regardless, it felt divine, like a warm sleeve enveloping her so totally.
Yet, little by little, she was making steady progress. It almost seemed like they were in the clear.
Only, just as Bridgette really started to push inside and spread Leah’s hole, the doe reached out and hammered a palm into her shoulder.
Bridgette gasped and abruptly pulled back, evacuating in the breadth of a second. The absence was jarring, feeling the cool air tickle her wet cock.
Yet, she could see Leah’s discomfort painted upon her complexion so clearly. She had just hurt her.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she barked, covering her mouth with both hands. “I didn’t mean to… I… I’m sorry!”
Leah shook her head. “It’s okay.” Though she must’ve noticed how mortified Bridgette looked as her expression softened and she reached out in order to cup her cheeks. “I promise… it’s okay. I just needed a little more lube is all. You’re fine.”
She then reached to the side and grabbed the bottle, holding it up and wagging it back and forth in front of her companion’s eyes.
Bridgette nodded, feeling the panic fade. She smiled nervously as she grabbed the bottle from her companion, popping open the cap. She didn’t bother with gloves this time around. In all honesty, she was simply too horny to worry about things like that.
She acted quickly, squirting a generation dollop onto the palm of her hand. She began to spread it along her slick cock, stroking it into her erection. After a couple pumps, the organ was drenched in the stuff. At which point, she leaned forwards and gripped the sheets, holding onto them for dear life.
Thankfully, Leah proved helpful enough in this regard, reaching out and handling her erection again. Once the speared tip was properly lined up, Bridgette then started to push forwards, easing her way inside.
Thankfully, she now had a much easier time. The prior bout of fornication had left her companion’s pussy agape and the lube certainly helped as well. With a little effort, Bridgette managed to work herself back in, taking only a couple of strides to get all the way down to the very edge of her knot.
Bridgette paused at that fateful mark, looking down at her Mistress. As she did so, Leah looked back up and winked at her, nodding and granting a silent form of consent to continue. It seemed that a little lube really was the secret ingredient to fixing everything.
A nervousness ebbed throughout Bridgette’s system, making her shiver. She didn’t want to hurt Leah nor did she want to fuck this up. It felt like she was just too big and bulky, larger than any girl should reasonably be.
And those thoughts ushered a million other unkind thoughts along with them. They ruptured forth, belching outwards and clouding her judgement. These thoughts were dysphoria distilled, critiquing every fault in her womanhood.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Leah called.
Bridgette tensed and looked down at her companion. She thought that she was going to see pain or unease. Instead, all she saw was an ever-present aura of concern. And she felt so weak, seeing concern in those kind blue eyes that were woefully easy to get lost in.
God… why does she make me so fucking gay?
Slowly, oh so slowly, the unease started to fade.
Leah cupped her cheek again, brushing a thumb through her fur. “Is everything okay?”
“Sorry, just…” Bridgette trailed off, unsure what she could say.
“Do you want to stop?” Leah asked.
Bridgette shook her head. “I’m just sorry that I hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me.” Leah smirked. “I just wanted a little more lube before you pushed inside. If anything, you were very responsible by listening to me.”
Bridgette nodded though didn’t say anything to that. It was just hard for her to believe that she wasn’t somehow at fault.
“Promise, I’m having fun,” Leah said. She trailed her hand down Bridgette’s arm, moving towards her hand and grasping it within her own. “Are you having fun?”
Bridgette smirked and nodded again.
“Use your words, puppy,” Leah teased.
“I’m having a lot of fun,” Bridgette admitted. Her smile started to creep in at the edges of her lips. “Sorry, I just worry… a lot.”
“Whoa a trans girl who has like a whole bucket of anxieties and is really bad at communicating them,” Leah teased, faking an exasperated gasp as she clapped the back of a hand against her forehead. “I have never heard of anything like that happening before.”
“Shut up,” Bridgette whined. But she couldn’t help but smile, snickering at that comment.
Leah grinned at her. “Only if you knot me.”
Bridgette huffed and dug her finger into the sheets. She didn’t appreciate the goading… she didn’t appreciate it one little bit. If anything, that goading made her want to knot this stupid deer even more and teach her who was boss.
Where the hell did that come from?
She started to push forwards, slowly, pressing that knot back against her companion's tight little hole. Inch by inch, she advanced forwards, spreading the doe’s pussy more and more as her knot grew increasingly thick.
Leah’s inner walls felt so utterly divine as they hugged her cock, cradling it tightly in their warm embrace. She was so tight and warm and moist, perfect for an organ like Bridgette’s. It felt like she never wanted to leave.
It was also amazing to see the transition in Leah’s demeanour. Every little bit of progress seemed to void the dominance which brewed inside of her. Bit by bit, her expression shifted from commanding and into an almost dumbfounded pleasure. Soon, her moans filled the air, coming across as increasingly crude and eager.
Bridgette drew back, just a little, before pumping forwards yet again. In one final, fluid motion, she managed to slam all the way down. There was a crude sounding suctioning sound which filled the air as she finally forced her way inside and slid into place against her companion’s backside.
Her eyes widened as she realized that she was now all the way inside with her pelvis resting against Leah’s. At the same time, she could feel Leah squirming, mewing in her ear. As she looked down, she could see the doe writhing upon the bed, running her fingers through the sheets.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Leah whined.
Bridgette started to ease back, pulling herself out from between her folds, nice and slow. There was a bit of tension, some resistance to her retreat. But soon there was a crude note as she managed to pull her knot out.
She then pumped forwards again, spearing herself forwards as she slammed back into place. The next few motions were clumsy and halting. This was unfamiliar terrain, something she had no experience with.
Yet, she wasn’t about to back down from the challenge.
She looked right at Leah, meeting her eye and watching her face. The doe’s complexion became a roadmap with every moan, lip bite, and pleasured glimmer becoming landmarks for her journey. Bridgette was a quick and attentive learner, picking up on which of these motions brought about which sorts of reactions, chaining them together.
Slowly, she started to thrust, working her way faster with each progressive motion. If the knot had been too much, at first, it was now nothing more than a pleasant addition, seeming to please Leah so very much.
Leah reached up and held onto Bridgette, cradling her tightly. She held on for dear life, gasping and groaning against her. Her body quivered, shuddering against Bridgette’s cock. She was so wet and warm, smelling divine as Bridgette shoved her snout right into the crook of her neck.
“Claws,” Leah whined.
Bridgette drew back, feeling her pupils dilate. The request was so out of the blue and had caught her completely off guard. She had even stopped thrusting, tapering off and remaining motionless in place.
“Huh?” she asked.
Leah looked up and flushed bright red, obviously realizing what she had just asked for. It was surreal to see the usual confident animal turned into what could only be described as an exceptionally adorable bottom.
“Nevermind,” Leah quickly added, chuckling nervously. “Forget that I said anything.”
“No, no, no,” Bridgette replied just as quickly. She bit her lip and looked off to the side. “I want to hear what you’re looking for. You wanted me to be transparent with you and I want you to be transparent with me too.”
Leah bit her lip. For a second, it seemed like she wouldn’t speak. Yet, in the end, she sighed. “I… I was wondering if you might be willing to use your claws on me.”
“Like scratch you?” Bridgette asked.
Leah nodded quickly.
Bridgette felt something which she hadn’t felt until this point. It was a powerful sensation, sinfully warm and flourishing throughout her entire form. It came in the form of a toothy smile upon her lips, curling them into a proper wolfish grin that did her canine heritage proud.
Was this her dominant side?
It seemed that Leah picked up on this as well as her eyes widened.
Bridgette lifted her hand and flexed her fingers, causing the tips of her black claws to poke through. Each of them was like a little dagger, more than capable of causing harm if she so desired. Not that she would ever even consider that. No, not in a million years. Yet, the implication was still there. The threat was what she worked with, watching the way that Leah’s eyes sparked with a wonderful kind of fear.
“Do you want me to use these?” Bridgette asked, wiggling her digits in front of her companion’s eyes.
Leah swallowed a lump in her throat, chuckling nervously. “I mean, feel free to use whatever you’d like.” But she still nodded regardless. “But I wouldn’t be opposed to you using those on me if you wanted to.”
It was adorable to see her be this coy.
Bridgette remembered that she was still wedged between her companion’s lips. So, she started to rock her hips, pushing idly inside. Each motion was smooth, purposeful, working her way forwards with the help of both the abundant lube and that pronounced natural wetness which seemed to so utterly saturate her friend’s hole.
Once she had successfully rebuilt her tempo, she then touched down two sets of claws upon the little doe. One set rested against Leah’s stomach. The other remained upon her side, trailing the flesh of her haunches in a series of teasing little circles.
“Fuck,” Leah whined.
Bridgette pressed down with the hand upon Leah’s belly, poking her claws into the doe’s hide and dragging them across. The pressure was enough to leave a series of thin white lines behind. Yet, it wasn’t enough to actually break through and draw red instead.
Leah gasped and arched her back, seeming to push her body into Leah’s. Leah took the hint and drew back, pumping forwards abruptly with her entire knot. She bred this bitch’s hole, going hard and deep with every single one of her thrusts. It would seem that she had opted to throw caution to the wind.
“Good doe,” Bridgette teased.
Fuck, where did that come from?
She had no idea but she went with it. It turned out that it was kind of fun to get that sort of reaction out of Leah. Maybe there was something to be gained from being the big bad wolf and putting the adorable prey in its place.
Leah groaned as Bridgette bottomed out again. That noise was guttural, managing to spur Bridgette into further action. She focused on the task at hand, hammering away even more forcefully than before. Her movements became downright animalistic, feral, like she was a wild beast who wanted nothing more than to breed.
Bridgette’s pleasure filled the air, her soft moans mingling together with Leah’s. They formed a crude duet which sounded as impassioned as they honestly felt. This affair was a treat for all the senses, filling her mind and body with an almost electric energy.
The taste of sex was also present, an alluring perfume which seemed unwavering in its intensity. Bridgette couldn’t help herself as she leaned forwards, hunching over Leah and drawing her muzzle in nice and close to her face.
Without even being totally aware of it, she parted her lips and dragged her large canine tongue along her friend’s cheek. Saliva clung to her teeth, dripping from her sharp canines and threatening to land upon the little doe’s face.
“Oh fuck,” Leah whispered. She didn’t sound too distressed, however, giving Bridgette the confidence to continue.
Bridgette grabbed hold of Leah for leverage, clinging to her and digging those sharp claws into her coat. Yet again, she didn’t press down hard enough to break flesh but more than enough to at least indent her hide, threatening to cut her with even the smallest wrong move.
With caution now totally gone, Bridgette started to go to town. She thrusted away, hammering into her partner’s sopping wet pussy. Again and again, she pushed long and deep, using that big fat knot of her to really stretch her open.
Leah cried out and dug her fingers into one of Bridgette’s arms, holding onto it for dear life. Her eyes were wide, frantic, filled with a crazed quality which Bridgette did her best to decipher.
Bridgette could hardly concentrate on that, however, as she became distracted with a fresh sensation. It was a warmth, building in her core. She knew this heat, having experienced something akin to it while using a Hitachi on herself.
Was… was I actually getting off to penetration?
The prospect felt like it should’ve been utterly impossible. This felt insane. She’d never came via penetration before.
Yet, it was impossible to deny the evidence as the pressure in her belly continued to grow, getting hotter and hotter.
If anything, it fed her desires, making her double down and act even more brutish than before. She wanted to see what it felt like, to spill her seed in someone else. After a quick reinforcing breath, she steeled herself and pounded her hips, slamming her body against Leah’s so forcefully. Her thighs were on fire but she didn’t care. There was only one objective on her mind and she would do everything in her power to achieve it.
“C-close,” Leah whined.
Bridgette nodded in agreement. It was the only thing that she could honestly do. She couldn’t speak nor did she trust herself to do so in her current state.
She kept at it, giving it her all, sending their bodies crashing into one another. The fire inside of her grew so very hot, threatening to engulf her. Her body felt flush, nearly feverish and brimming with desire.
Until finally, the cork popped.
Bridgette hilted one last time, smacking her hips against Leah’s as she crammed her knot inside. The pressure in her core immediately snapped as her entire form shuddered as if a current had been driven through it.
Her cock twitched violently, spasming amongst Leah’s folds. She had no idea if she came, it was impossible to tell amongst the sheer volume of lube and natural fluids which already filled her lover’s lower lips. But it felt like she did, her organ twitching and this blissful sense of release washing through her entire form.
Leah also cried out, shuddering as well. The hand on Bridgette’s arm almost crushed her bicep with her vicelike grasp. The ache was noticeable but not too bad, merely making Bridgette cringe against the pressure.
The two of them lingered, linked together so intimately, panting for breath. Unfortunately, HRT ensured that Bridgette’s knot did not inflate fully. She still remained embedded deep inside, however, idly rocking her hips in some futile gesture to continue with this breeding.
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
Leah threw back her head, chuckling as she did so. “Holy fuck, that was so fucking good.”
“Y-yeah it was,” Bridgette replied. She couldn’t help but smile, knowing that it must’ve looked goofy as fuck. “You have no idea how good that felt.”
Leah smirked and drew her arm away from Bridgette’s arm, instead using it to caress her cheek. She looked deep into her eyes, seeming confident at this moment. “I have a little bit of an idea.” She brushed her thumb across the scuff on Bridgette’s cheek. “Are you sure that you’ve never topped before?”
“F-first time,” Bridgette said.
Leah grinned. “May I kiss you?”
“You may,” Bridgette replied, leaning forwards.
Leah met her somewhere in the middle, brushing her lips against her Mistress’. The two of them formed a temporary union, melding together with parted lips and adventurous tongues. This union was hungry, lustful, brimming with that post-orgasmic pleasure.
And it was a kiss that Bridgette gave her all, swirling and suckling just as much as Leah. It was like their lovemaking had been a shot of pure adrenaline, applied directly to her core.
As they parted, Bridgette also drew back, pulling out of Leah with a wet sounding spurt. An eruption of various fluids followed, draining out onto the bed below.
The fatigue hit like a hammer, making Bridgette wobble before promptly falling forwards, landing atop Leah in a tangle of limbs. Though it didn’t seem like the doe minded as she cackled in turn, throwing her arms around her and holding on so tightly.
“That was amazing,” Bridgette murmured.
Leah nodded. “I’m glad that you enjoyed yourself.”
“We should…” Bridgette snickered. “We should totally do this again sometime.”
“Bet?” Leah asked.
Bridgette nodded, feeling her capacity for words elude her. Instead, she sunk into the embrace of the sheets, holding onto her companion and closing her eyes. Her world became dominated by the sounds of breathing and the smell of the body wash that Leah used. Both were alluring, soft and sapphic, everything she needed right now.
“You got a little dominant there,” Leah teased.
Bridgette scoffed. “Is that an issue?”
“Not in the slightest,” Leah said, reaching out and once more scritching her scruff. “I honestly find it kind of adorable.”
Bridgette felt her cheeks warm.
“I’d…” Leah started though promptly paused, the comment slipping mid sentence.
Bridgette cocked open an eye and saw the indecision upon her friend’s face.
“What’s up?” Bridgette asked.
Leah shook her head. “I was just going to ask if maybe you’d be interested in domming me next time we get together.”
“Oh no,” Bridgette whispered. Though her eyes widened as she realized that she’d said that aloud, seeing the unease that suddenly overcame Leah. “Kidding, kidding, sorry… I just… I know how this song and dance goes. I dom once and suddenly I get the reputation as being the one trans girl who can dom. And we all know how that goes.”
Leah snickered. “Is that not a reputation that you want?”
“I…” Bridgette hummed. “I don’t know if I’m being completely honest.”
“Fair, fair,” Leah replied. She leaned forwards and buried her snout into the crook of Bridgette’s neck. “Not something that we need to figure out right away.”
“Yeah,” Bridgette replied, reaching up to petting her companion. She ran her fingers through her luscious hair. “But for real… I’d probably be game to try it again sometime.”
“Hell yeah,” Leah replied, ending it there.
It was nice to have her in her arms. She was warm and soft and smelled good and… well possessed about a hundred other features which were just a treat to be around.
…
Good lord, Bridgette, you are so fucking useless around cute girls.
Thanks, brain.
“Hey Bridgette,” Leah said, stirring.
Bridgette nodded. “What’s up?”
“Thanks for doing this,” Leah said, nuzzling into her. “I needed this.”
Bridgette stroked her companion’s coat, nodding. “Same.”
There was a moment of silence, enough to make itself known. It was almost enough to make Bridgette retreat back to her thoughts. A place that she didn’t really like to be.
“Hey, do you want to watch Youtube videos about public transit?” Leah asked.
Bridgette scoffed. “Could you be anymore trans?”
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