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"What do you mean you can't come?!"

Joyce tried her best to not let her anger show in her voice but the moment she opened her mouth she knew that wasn't happening.

"I haven't seen my sister in months and the one time she's in town you say you can't come? You promised you'd meet her. You said you wanted to," Joyce said, now on the verge of tears as her voice continued to rise. "We've been together six months, Gregory, but every time I try and introduce you to my family or friends, you back out. Is it me? Is it something I did? You want to end this, don't you?"

"What? No no no no! It's nothing like that," Gregory said, frantically. "It's just that I'm sick. Way too sick to leave the house. Don't want you or your sister to catch something, right?"

He gave the fakest sounding cough Joyce had ever heard and all she could do was sigh. She was hurt. She knew something was up but if he didn't want to be open about it then what was she to do? When she started dating Gregory, her grandmother had told her it wouldn't last. She was a white-tailed deer and he was a maned wolf, after all. A predator and prey relationship? There was no way that would work. But Joyce wanted to make it work. Gregory was such a great guy. He was funny, kind, had his shit together...at least, she thought he did. His inability to meet anyone in her life made her rethink that.

"Okay, fine," she sighed. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

Another fake cough. "Sure, honey. Love you. Bye."

He hung up and Joyce had to stop herself from throwing her phone against the wall. Instead she sat down on the couch and screamed into a cushion. She cared about Gregory, she really did, but he was making that harder and harder every day. She couldn't help but think he was hiding something from her. What if he was actually married with three kids? The thought he was cheating on her in some capacity wouldn't leave her mind and, so, she was going to do something about it.

She grabbed her car keys, mind made up. She'd visit her lying boyfriend, either finding him in the act with someone else or...or...or what? What else was it if he wasn't cheating on her? Exactly what secrets could he have that didn't involve him bumping uglies with some skank? Joyce bit her lip. It wasn't as if she didn't have her own secrets. Together half a year and she still hadn't told him she was pansexual. But that was different to having an affair. Her liking people of all genders wasn't exactly the same as cheating on your girlfriend. Still, she wished she had the courage to tell him. But she didn't even had the guts to tell her family. If she couldn't tell her own sister, her best friend, then what made her think she could tell a guy she'd only been dating a few months.

With I sigh she stood up, keys clasped tightly in hand and, forty minutes later Joyce was standing outside Gregory's house, a box of his favourite doughnuts in hand. If he wasn't screwing half the neighbourhood and actually was sick then they'd be a nice treat for her ailing boyfriend. If it turned out he was a manwhore then they'd be a good projectile.

She knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" a familiar voice came from behind the door.

"It's me, Joyce," she said, putting on her cheeriest tone.

"Joyce?! What're you doing here?" Gregory said and Joyce's heart sink. He didn't sound sick, he sounded scared.

"I-I brought doughnuts. I didn't want you to be alone when you're so sick," she said, trying her hardest not to sound upset.

"That's really kind of you but you really shouldn't be here. I'm, uh, super contagious." That damn fake cough again. "I wouldn't want you to catch it."

Not knowing what else to do, she figured it wouldn't hurt to at least try the door. That was when she discovered Gregory didn't always keep it locked.

"I'm coming in, okay?" she said, one hoof already inside.

"No, don't!" a panicked shout caught her off guard and a familiar maned wolf was in front of her in an instant. Joyce froze. The person standing before her was Gregory all right...but what in the name of all things holy was he wearing?

Gregory wore a pink and yellow floral dress with spaghettis straps with just a touch of makeup on his handsome features. Although, she supposed the word pretty suited him more at the moment because, as much of a shock as it was, he did look pretty.

"You look nice," Joyce blurted out without thinking.

"What?" was the only response she got from Gregory who looked just as confused as she felt.

"That shade of lipstick, it, um, suits you," she stammered.

"Thank you?"

Joyce had so many questions but had no idea where to begin. Well, she had one idea. "What pronouns do you use?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

She motioned towards his outfit. "I know you like wearing dresses, I mean, I know now, but I don't know if that's because you're a crossdresser or your actually identify as a woman. Both are totally cool with me, by the way."

Gregory's eyes widened. "You mean you wouldn't care? If I was a trans woman?"

Joyce gave a shrug and a smile. "I'm pan so whatever is between your legs is no biggie to me."

"You're pansexual? Honest?" Gregory said, an obvious hint of hope in his voice.

"Yeah, I've been wanting to tell you for the longest time but didn't know how to bring it up. My last boyfriend wasn't exactly thrilled when I told him I liked all genders. He became super paranoid that I was gonna hook up with the cute waitress at our favourite diner. I mean, I did but only after we broke up."

"I...I think you should come inside," Gregory said as he cautiously took her hand and lead her into his apartment. His hands were sweaty and the way his fur prickled upwards, Joyce could only imagine what was going through his mind in that moment.

"Do you want anything to drink? Tea? Coffee?" Gregory asked her as Joyce placed the box of doughnuts on a nearby table and sat down on the couch.

"No, thank you," she said as Gregory sat down beside her. An awkward silence hung over them with neither deer nor wolf knowing what to say.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, Gregory said, "Okay, for starters, I'm not a crossdresser. Although, I'm not really a trans woman either. Urgh, why does all of this have to be so complicated?"

"Hey, it's all right," Joyce said as she scooted closer until they were shoulder to shoulder. "This is a safe space, got that? No judgement here and whatever you tell me doesn't leave this room."

Gregory gave her a small smile. "Thanks, babe." Then, with a deep breath, added, "Well, first of all, my name's not Gregory. Well, not always. I'm genderfluid. Sometimes I'm a man and other times I'm a woman and when I'm in girl mode I use she pronouns and, um, like to be called Grace."

"You're in girl mode now, right?" she asked, earning her a small nod in response.

"It used to be that I was only like this for a week or two every couple of months but in the past year it's like I'm a woman as much as I am a man. This is why..." Grace looked down as an expression of shame washed over her "...this is why I keep on backing out of meeting your friends and family. I try to pretend to be a guy in front of you but I always have this fear hanging over me that what if I slip? And what happens if I do it in front of your friends or family?"

"Grace, sweetie," Joyce said as she held her partner's hand in hers, noting how the wolf's ears perked up at the sound of her female name, "that is the dumbest thing you or anyone has ever said to me."

"Pardon?" she said, her ears wobbling, seemingly unsure if they should be happy or sad.

"I don't give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks and, if they have a problem with my girlfriend, you better believe your cute little furry butt that we're gonna have a problem."

"I'm your girlfriend?"

"I mean, for now, sure. At least until you hit boy mode again."

Without warning, Joyce was tackled into the world's strongest hug, pushed down onto the couch with an ecstatic wolf top of her. "I love you so much, you have no idea!" Grace yipped, tail wagging like mad.

Joyce laughed. "Get off of me, you goofy mutt. You're gonna crush me."

"I'll let you free but first..."

She planted a kiss on Joyce's lips, the deer quickly returning it with no hesitation. So close to her mate now, an unfamiliar scent wafted towards her and she realised Grace was wearing perfume. She'd have to ask her what it was later because it smelled absolutely heavenly.

When Grace let go of her lips and tried to move to get up, she found herself trapped by Joyce's arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her back down again.

"And where do you think you're going? After keeping such a big secret from me, do you really think I'll let you go after just one kiss? You owe me," Joyce said with a sly smile.

"And what exactly did you have in mind?" Grace asked, quickly catching on to her girlfriend's scheme.

"Follow me to the bedroom and just maybe you might find out."

Joyce shot her a wink before gently pushing her off before skipping towards the bedroom. It took a moment for Grace to process what was going on so by the time she was up and following, Joyce was already in her room, shirt and jeans kicked off to the side, now in nothing but her underwear. She hadn't expected to get laid that day so her underwear consisted of a black sports bra and a pair of white panties that had definitely seen better days.

"Sorry I don't look the most glamorous. All my nice bras and panties are in the wash," Joyce laughed nervously at herself.

"I think you look gorgeous," Grace said with a smile. Then she shot her a wink and added, "Besides, it's what's in the present, not the wrapping that matters."

"Well, it looks like Christmas is coming early for you then," she said with a laugh before grabbing Grace's hand and pulling her closer to the bed. "Now, why don't you lie down and I give you your present, hm?"

Grace did just that, lying down on her back, Joyce crawling over her, a hand on each side of the wolf's head as she looked down at her with a grin. She leaned down and their lips met for yet another kiss, Joyce wasting no time in flicking out her tongue, asking for entry. Grace opened her mouth that was soon invaded by something warm and wet, Joyce's body meanwhile now pressed against her, the kiss deepening as the doe pushed her girlfriend down onto the bed.

Grace moved to wrap her arms around Joyce but the other woman was having none of that. She grabbed Grace's wrists and pinned them to the bed on either side of her head. Joyce was in charge and she wasn't about to let her little wolfy forget it. She bucked her hips forward, grinding against Grace's groin, to emphasis her point. She smiled through the kiss as she felt how hard Grace was already and she couldn't help but wonder just what kind of underwear her girlfriend was wearing. Men's boxers? What about sexy lace panties? Well, only one way to find out.

She let go of one of Grace's wrists, happy to find the wolf obediently leaving it there, and moved her hand to reach under her dress. Grace moaned through the kiss as she felt Joyce's roaming hand against her, followed by a gasp as she squeezed. She definitely wasn't wearing boxers. Cotton panties, maybe?

Dying to know just what the other had going on under her dress, Joyce pulled away, leaving a very confused and horny wolf in her wake. "Joyce? What are you-?"

But, before she could answer, Joyce was pulling up her dress and bunching it up around her waist. Joyce was met with a pair of pale pink panties covered in darker pink hearts and a matching bow on the centre of the waistband.

"Not gonna lie, that is way cuter than what I was expecting. I am kinda digging it, though. Especially this part."

She eyed the small wet patch on Grace's absolutely adorable undies as she ran her finger over the woman's clothed member. "You're already this wet for me?" Joyce cooed. "You really know how to make a girl feel special. Lucky for you, I do, too."

She hooked a finger into each side of the band and pulled down, Grace's hard member springing free from its cotton prison. Joyce continued to pull until the overly adorable under garments were off completely and were quickly tossed to the side.

"What do you plan on doing to me now?" Grace said with half-lidded eyes and a smile on her lips.

"Hmm, it's been a while since I've eaten a girl out. Spread your legs."

Grace didn't need to be told twice, her knees quickly bent and her legs spread. Joyce had never given the wolf a rimjob before and, in fact, had only done it once her entire life with a very adventurous partner she'd had in her college days. With how rusty she was, she hoped she didn't screw up too badly. But, licking her lips, she couldn't help but notice how hot she was getting at the thought of eating out her new girlfriend. She leaned down so that she was eye to eye with Grace's puckered hole, fighting back the groan bubbling up in the back of her throat at the sight. Who knew just the idea of eating arse would be such a turn on?

She gave Grace a tentative lick, earning her a gasp in the process. "No one's ever done something like this to me before," Grace told her. "If I'm being honest, I'm a little nervous."

"Nothing to be nervous about, sweetie. Just lie back and let me do all the work," Joyce said with a smirk. She wasn't used to being in charge in the bedroom and was finding she quite enjoyed it. Joyce really hoped that Grace would still let her take control every now and again when she was Gregory and that her submissiveness wasn't just her girl mode talking. The image of Gregory on all fours, arse in the air, begging to be taken shot a jolt of electricity right down to her groin. She wondered if Gregory or Grace would be okay with Joyce getting a strapon.

Joyce placed a hand on Grace's thigh as she licked again, this time longer and with more force. It wasn't long before she found her arse eating confidence and was going to town on Grace's bud like it was the world's tastiest treat. She rubbed and squeezed Grace's thigh as she did so, using it to hold herself up as her other hand snaked downward into her panties. She slipped a finger inbetween her folds, amazed at how wet she already was, a wetness that wasn't stopping anytime soon thanks to her girlfriend's moans.

"Oh, yes, Joyce, deeper, please," Grace begged the deer. Not one to turn down such a desperate sounding plea from her love, Joyce buried her tongue in as deep as she could go. Joyce began to thrust in and out, her ears drinking up all the lovely little whimpers and moans Grace was giving her.

While her tongue went to work on Grace's rear, Joyce added another finger to slide between her moist pussy lips. Quickly finding that wasn't enough, she inserted another and began to piston in time with her tongue in Grace's arse.

Grace curled her fingers around her cock and began to pump herself with fervour, all the while groaning at Joyce to keep going. She really didn't need to be told twice, her tongue in Grace's arse and the fingers inside of her picking up speed. She could feel her orgasm growing nearer, her ears perking up at the familiar gasping sound her mate made whenever near the edge herself.

"Oh, Joyce!" Grace gasped, arching her back as her cum splattered over her pretty pink and yellow dress. The sound of her name so desperate on her love's lips was enough to send Joyce over the edge, as well, her body shuddering as her release hit her like a tidal wave.

Once the two women had caught their breath, Joyce dragged herself up to the top of the bed to collapse beside Grace. "Phew, that was something else, huh?" she said to her wolf with a smile.

"Not going to fight you on that one," Grace laughed.

The two lay there in silence for a while, simply enjoying one another's company and the afterglow. After a few minutes, Joyce said, "My friends and family are pretty open-minded. I doubt they'd say anything hurtful to you about sometimes being a woman. And, if they do, I'll kick their butts so hard that they won't be able to tell their ears from their elbows."

Grace gave a laugh but it seemed a little forced. Then, with a weak smile, she said, "Is it okay that we don't tell anyone yet? It's just that no one knows about this, not even my own friends and family, and I was hoping that..."

"Wait. Are you saying I'm the only one that knows about this?"

"Outside of some people I know in online chatrooms, yeah, pretty much. Honestly, I didn't want anyone to know."

"And here I am barging in your personal space like that!" Joyce cringed at herself. "I am so sorry, Grace. I should have just taken your word for it when you said you were sick."

Grace sighed. "No, it was a jerk move of me to brush you off like that. I really should try telling people about this, especially seeing as I'm going into girl mode a lot more now. I can't keep on hiding it forever."

"Well, whatever you decide to do, just know I'll be here for you, okay?"

Joyce leaned in and gave her a peck on this lips. Grace looked at her with a warm smile before her face turned to one of absolute horror and she said, "Oh, ew, your mouth was on my butt!"