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Fetish 2

I don't know when it stopped being the same. I'm not sure, maybe it was me.

I did change a lot, after all.

I love to be naked, nowadays. It feel so good to be able to walk, and cross my legs, without pinching, or tucking, or that constant feeling of wrongness. The sensation of sliding my hands down my stomach, over the smooth white fur to the smooth lips of my vagina and the uninterrupted space between my legs.

Each day, Derek and I make love. But recently, he's started to close his eyes as he slips himself into me. That's something he never would have done the if we'd made love before, because although he had to take me from behind, as I still had my penis back then, he would turn my head so he could see me.

I just wish I could talk to him.

***

I normally wake up before him. I like to lie in the sunbeams and stretch. It's a feline thing. Derek was lying on his side, back against me. I reached out and ran my fingers down his back down to his curly little tail. He grunted, and rolled towards me, trapping my hand beneath his rear. But it also revealed his the tent in the silky sheets caused by his morning wood. I snickered to myself, and looked up at his still sleeping face. The sheet slid slowly over his hardness as I pulled it, the soft touch tantailsing him. He shifted slightly.

His body was mostly hairless, with just a light covering of white hair on his pink skin. The hair on his genitals was thicker though, a white matt of coarse, straight hairs that caught on my finger as I stroked his balls. The deep veins on his cock throbbed, and I moved in close to sniff at the drop of pre cum that leaked from his exposed glans. The salty musk filled my nostrils.

I opened my mouth wide, and slipped my tongue out to the base of his penis. The rough surface of my lion's tongue rubbed slowly along the bulge of his urethra, tracing the route his sperm would soon take. Slowly I slipped up the six inches, until it scraped over the lip of his foreskin, and on to the overly sensitive skin that tipped it.

I can still remember what that feels like, though I no longer have a penis of my own. I would never say I hated every minute of when I was - when I was pretending to be a boy, but the pleasure I feel of being a woman is so much more natural. Still, it means I really know what makes a man tick.

And twitch, and pulse.

I sealed my plump lips around the head of his cock, and twisted my tongue over it, pushing up beneath the delicate skin of the foreskin. I used to love that. Derek displayed his appreciation by moaning in his sleep, shifting his legs again. I pushed further down, more and more of his meat filling my mouth, taking care not to catch him on my sharp little teeth (no-one appreciates that). The taste of his pleasure pushed at the back of my muzzle, as I could take him no further.

I began to purr. It wasn't purely from pleasure, but the deep vibrations around a cock can be so very intense. Derek clutched at the sheets, and lifted his leg. "Oh don't stop," he whispered.

I didn't. I bobbed my head back and forth, running my tongue over his glans each time it was in range. More and more of the salty pre cum flowed from his tip into my mouth. Derek let out a small squeal, and still asleep, said "Oh, you ladyboys always know the spot!"

I froze. What did he mean, 'you ladyboys?' He knew I hated to be called that!

But it was already too much for Derek: he squealed, and thrust forward into my mouth. Hot and salty, the cum flowed into my mouth, as I looked up at him. Over and over he thrust, head rolled back out of my view. I pulled off him as the last few spurts dribbled out of him.

He propped himself up on his elbows, and looked down at me, smiling. "Wow. That's one hell of an alarm cock."

He didn't seem to notice what he had said, or the expression on my face. I considered spitting his cum back at him, but swallowed instead. I forced a smile, and told him, "I hate to see a good erection go to waste."

He laughed back, and said, "Well, don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from. Anyway, fancy eggs for breakfast?"

He patted my shoulder. "Goes well with that bacon!"

***

I felt disturbed the whole morning. Breakfast was a little stilted. Derek cooked, I ate. We didn't speak, though he was smiling.

I left work early, claiming 'women's troubles'. Heh. It's not something anyone asks about, if you say that. I wanted to check Derek's computer at home. I didn't know why he'd call me that, even in his sleep. Perhaps it was just that, a dream gone wrong that I had taken the wrong way. Perhaps not.

I checked through his bookmarks, and then the history of his browser, but it was set to delete the history each time it shut down. Whether that was something he did, or part of the automatic set up, I didn't know. Looking through his folders, I didn't see anything. There was a folder named 'Porn', but it hadn't been updated for a long while - a short while after we met, to be exact. Nothing that would say why he'd said that.

I was about to shut down the computer, when on an off chance, I changed the view settings to include hidden files and folders. Another folder popped up, transparent.

It was labeled 'Trans'.

I hesitated before opening it. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and my stomach churned.

Inside the folder, it was neatly organised. One folder for pictures, one for stories, one for videos, another for contacts, and a final one for transcripts.

I opened the pictures folder. An antelope stared back at me, kneeling on a bed, with a sultry look on her face. One hand cupped her breasts, the other cradled her ballsack, her ebony penis hard. The next showed a rabbit, with lips that had been over inflated and looked out of place on her strong jaw. Her breasts were too large, as well, and contrasted with the softness of the rest of her body as she fondled her flaccid cock.

I clicked through more and more. A cowgirl, posing with a ring through her nose. A nervous rotweiller, her body sleek with muscles. A group of hyenas, although whether they were transsexuals or just had unusually large clitorises I couldn't tell. A kangaroo, stretching her surgically created pouch. A lioness, whose hormones must have been reacting oddly, as she had a mane as well as large silicone breasts.

And then another lioness, asleep in a bed. One of her hands was curled by her side, the other above her head, her hair fanning out over the pillows. Sunbeams danced over her hair, picking out the light pink of her nipples on the small breasts and her penis that lay on her stomach.

I needed a second before I realised it was me. I'm not used to thinking of myself as having a cock anymore, it didn't quite look right. But there I was.

I stepped away from the computer, and let it continue the slideshow of breasts and balls unseen. I didn't make it to our bedroom before I started to sob, my body shaking with the fear of not quite understanding. My body, the one I had now, didn't even make it into my boyfriend's porn.

Derek had told me that he'd never even met a transgendered girl before me, but how much could I trust him? He'd been growing away from me, ever since I had my operation: could it be that he'd just ... used me to satisfy his fetishes? I hated the thought. Would he really have hung around this long if he didn't have some feelings for me?

***

It was dark by the time he came home, and I had managed to stop crying. The shaky feeling, half fear and half anger, still churned in my stomach, and I flexed my claws out, thinking of the things I could do to him.

"Hi sweetie, I'm hoo-oooome!" he called. When he saw my face, he his face fell. "Oh shit. what's wrong?"

"I found you little stash."

"What? Stash of what?"

"Your porn! Perhaps you don't remember what you called me this morning, but I've found out why!"

"What?"

He dashed into the lounge, and came back a moment later with a strange, blank look on his face. "I see. And did you read all of it?"

"What does that matter? Did you only try to be with me because-"

He cut me off, shouting though his expression didn't change. "You didn't read all of it."

"What?"

"Read the transcripts. Just- read them."

He pushed past me to the bedroom, his face darkening. I didn't understand him. I went to run after him, but something stopped me. Instead, I went back to the computer. More ladies showing their cocks flashed across the screen. I clicked the pictures off, and open up the old IM conversations. The first one...

[piggy_sneed] Don't you mind that people are looking at you like that?

[fxy_surpise] if it did i wouldnt be in pron

[piggy_sneed] I mean, aren't you afraid that people won't see yuo as just a sex thing?

[fxy_surpise] iAM just a sexcy thing baby

[piggy_sneed] But when the you're being the REAL you, outside of porn, aren't you afraid anyone whose with me is just with you for wha'ts bewteen your legs?

[fxy_surpise] thougt u wanted sex talk

[piggy_sneed] I need to know these things

[fxy_surpise has logged off]

[hermyeana] Yeah i don't mind talking bout that.

[piggy_sneed] So I wanted to talk about relationships.

[hermyeana] Oh

[piggy_sneed] How do you manage, showing yourself off and having relationships

[hermyeana] I don't.

[hermyeana] I have sex with people.

[hermyeana] lots

[hermyeana] But i don't have 'relationships'

[piggy_sneed] But don't you ever want to get deeply involved with someone?

[hermyeana] Yes but it's just not practical, the way I am

[hermyeana] bedise, I have all my friends. They know me.

[piggy_sneed] So you don't think it's right to have a relationship

[hermyeana] I'm changing. And I don't know if everyone could keep up with that.

[piggy_sneed] Oh.

[wood_peker] Yes you can have something special

[wood_peker] it doesn't matter what yur bodies are like

[piggy_sneed] Good. I'm really glad to find someone who finds that at last.

[piggy_sneed] *Think, not find.

[wood_peker] well i'm not surprised if you've been looking in the porn industry

[piggy_sneed] Well, it's pretty difficult to find transgender people to talk to.

[wood_peker] hehe

[wood_peker] but when two mind meet, it doesn't matter how your balls are bumpin

[piggy_sneed] I worry that it might be a fetish getting us together, rather than love.

[wood_peker] no, you'll know if its love

[wood_peker] you'll know because you'll be afraid it isn't.

[wood_peker] still there?

[piggy_sneed] Yes. Thatkyou for saying that, I hadn't thought about it.

[piggy_sneed] I- don't know how to talk to my girlfriend about this, but - thank you.

[wood_peker] omg you have a girl

[wood_peker] why would you try to talk me up if you've got a girl

[wood_peker] why do you wnt a tlady if yuve got a girlfriend?

[piggy_sneed] Sorry - she's transgender too.

[wood_peker] i thought you wanted me

[piggy_sneed] I didn't mean to lead you on.

[wood_peker has logged off]

[piggy_sneed] Sorry.

I sat back, bothered by the scripts. Why the hell wouldn't he talk to me, if he was afraid that something was wrong with us? And how the hell did he think this would excuse the porn?

I went back into the bedroom. Derek was sitting on the bed, just a shape in the dark. "I didn't know what to do. I never bloody do," he said. "Once you'd had the operation, you- seemed so much happier. I thought it could only be good."

His voice broke at the end, and he snorted. I realised he was crying, a few tears trickling down his face. "But you'd end up spending hours looking at yourself in the mirror, instead of at me. And I thought it was me not being attracted to you, and so I went looking, to see if I would love someone else.

"But then I realised it wasn't that at all. It was that you that was wrong, it was you that was right. And you didn't need me to tell you that your beautiful all the time, and I was still expecting you to need me. And I got worried that it was something that I needed, to be needed. I mean," he sniffed again, and held his head up with a wry smile, "no-one's going to be cashing after my looks, are they?"

I sat down on the bed next to him. "So you were, what, afraid I'd leave because I didn't need your support? And were talking to porn stars to try and work out your feelings? What on Earth made you think that was a good idea? And what about that photo of me?"

"Heh," he said, wiping his eyes. "I was just trying to see if that was the only thing that turned me on, and it kind of got out of hand. Or into hand, if you'll pardon the pun. And that photo was strictly for personal use, I promise."

I smiled at the lame joke. "Derek, you did help me every time I was feeling down, but I never needed you."

"I know that. It was what attracted me in the first place, that you were so strong and had done so much in getting to where you were. And I guess I forgot that."

He shifted, and brought himself closer to me. "I'm sorry I've been so stupid," he said. "I should have just talked to you in the first place."

"And I should have yelled at you sooner," I replied. "Then maybe we'd have got over this sooner."

I hugged him. "Do I get a do-over?" he asked.

"Yes, I suppose so," I said. "As long as you're not talking to porn stars all the time."

"Sure. But I can keep the porn, right? It's not like you're here all the time!"

I laughed, and grabbed a pillow and hit him. He gave a little piggy snort, and batted it aside, before pinning me to them bed and leaning over me. He paused, and then leant in, his soft pink muzzle close to mine. I could feel his breath on my nose. And then his lips were on mine, his tongue gently prying my mouth open and caressing my teeth.

He pulled my sweater up, his hands roving over my body as he pushed the fabric up. I helped him along, struggling to get my arms out. We broke our kiss as he pulled it over my head, and Derek dived on my breasts, stripping my bra off, and licking and nuzzling at the mounds of flesh. I flexed up into his touch, one breast squeezed and rubbed b his hand, the other twitching as his thick tongue rubbed over the soft sensitive skin of my nipple.

Derek snorted, and began to snuffle his way down my stomach, leaving a trail of moisture on the light, white fur. I giggled, and looked down at him. He reached to my side and unzipped my skirt, whipping it out from under me and then catching my buttocks when I flexed my hips up. Once again, he swiped his tongue over the inside of my thighs, outlining the whiter fur there with his drool, and setting a sensation in me that flashed up my legs to my groin.

I slipped my hands down either side of my legs, catching the side of my panties with them. Bringing my legs together and over Derek's head, I slipped them off, and gave him a good view of my ass in the process. He moved again, holding my legs together, and began to lick at the length of my slit that was exposed, the tiny part that didn't nothing more than tantalise me more. I tried to pull my legs apart, but he held them in place with strong hands until I laughed at his teasing.

Then he let me spread myself open for him. with slow strokes of his tongue, he made his way up my lips, first on one side of my mound, then the other, avoiding my clit. He carried on teasing until I grabbed his ears and pulled. He looked up, his head framed by my legs, and tongue hanging out. "Come on," I whispered. "Do it properly!"

He tore himself from my grasp, and licked up both my lips at the same time, causing a tingle that burned deeper within me. His tongue part my lips again, and slipped within me to caress my tunnel. I writhed and twisted as nerves that would never have been touched normally were stimulated in ways no man could ever feel, sending my body spasming in his control. Finally, he pulled out, and lapped at my clit, just touching it, not enough to get me off, but enough to keep me on the edge.

I thought he'd never stop, that he'd keep me twitching forever. But he was impatient for his own pleasure: when he pulled back and stood, I saw he'd stripped his trousers and quickly did the same to his shirt. Then, he crawled over my flushed body, and positioned himself to enter me. As he the head of his penis slowly spread my lips, he blinked, and looked into my eyes. I felt something different: I couldn't describe it. I gasped as I looked back into his eyes.

My muscles twitched as he began to pull back out. The surgically created tunnel closed up behind him, before stretching again, as he thrust back into me. I pushed back against him, trying to get him deeper into me. My breath timed itself to his thrusts, my hard nipples rubbing against his soft flesh as he made me breath in time with him.

I could feel the burning building up in my groin, floods of warmth rolling out over my stomach. At the same time, his thrusts became more erratic, and I could feel he was about to come.

He kissed me, and I tasted myself on his lips and he thrust deeper than before. I felt him pulse, and pushed back against him. Then my own orgasm hit me: so different from when I had a penis, a warmth than filled every part of my body even as muscles twitched uncontrollably and he filled me with his seed.

We parted our lips, and smiled at each other. "Wow," he said. "We should row more often, because that was-"

He was cut off as, laughing, I shoved the pillow back in his face.