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Exhausted from her night with Nikki, Jane slept through 1pm that Saturday. She awoke on top of her sheets with a start. She'd been having the most incredible dream. Little girls and little boys and her... it was fading already, but its deep eroticism left her waking with a wet crotch. She picked up her phone, unable to stop herself as she opened her photo album. She slipped her hand inside her panties as the sight of Nikki's tailhole, wet with girljuice and saliva, greeted her hungry eyes. The phone buzzed in her hand and she yelped in surprise, dropping it and snatching her hand out of her thong. She blushed at her own foolishness and picked it back up. A message blocked her view of the little pucker, tail visible above the notification and wet lips visible below it.

[Kailee: Movie tonite qt?]

Jane stared at the message, debating. A junior to her sophomore, Kailee and she had gone on a handful of dates. The faun herm had a reputation of... endowment, though she and Jane hadn't gone past first base. An older, experienced partner might be just the thing Jane needed to get her mind off that intoxicating little girl.

[Jane: Not tonight. Was up late babysitting. Maybe next week?]

[Kailee: Aww too bad. Thinking of you <3]

The phone buzzed again soon after the text. It was a picture of Kailee driving in her convertible, one hand taking the pic while she steered with the other. Visible only from the neck down, her nipples were poking through her white tank top and her skirt was blown up by the wind. A cute pair of lacy panties did nothing at all to hide the equine erection in her lap. Jane stared. The rumors had undersold it.

[Jane: God you're awful. Tomorrow. Matinee. Fewer people <3]

Jane leaned back on her pillows and brought her photo album back up, pulling her panties off. Already wet, she pushed two fingers into her cunny as she brought up the picture of Nikki's little ass. Then she thumbed the picture over, moaning quietly at the sight of Kailee's cock, a bead of precum visible on the flared equine head. She flipped back and forth between the two pictures as she fingered herself, wiggling a third finger into her tight anus. One picture of defiled innocence, one of such potent maturity. They were incredible side by side. Jane bit her lip, stifling her usual sounds of pleasure as her fingers pumped into her wet slit, ring finger pushing deep inside her asshole, making the ring of muscle clench tightly around her knuckle. She curled and thrust her two fingers and couldn't help but think about how empty she felt without Nikki's fist inside her, or how loose she felt compared to the bunny's spasming little slit around her tongue. The memories made her arch her back. She stared at Kailee's cock, zoomed a little so it filled the screen. She thought of it stretching her the way Nikki's arm had, while simultaneously thinking about burying her tongue in the little girl's tight snatch. A little gasp escaped her as she came, trying to remain as still and quiet as she could. She pumped her fingers deep as her wet tunnel spasmed, her body so taut that she only touched the bed at her heels and shoulders. Her anus gripped her single digit like a vice as she bucked her hips, pleasure washing over her. She fell back onto the bed with a thump, panting for breath. She picked her phone up, having dropped it at some point, and snapped a quick picture of her soaked, sticky hand, her nude legs a blur in the background, not actually showing any of her naughty bits. She sent it to Kailee with the text "Thinking of you too." Kailee was quick to respond.

[Kailee: SO WET! That'll be PERFECT. See you tomorrow. <3]

***

Jane felt much more like herself after a nice long shower. She buried her clothes from last night several layers deep in the hamper and dressed in a pink bratop tank and a pair of jeans that showed off her tush. She posed for herself in the mirror. Pretty and practical. Perfect! Downstairs, Jane grabbed a sandwich that had been left out for her. Her mother leveled a disapproving look. "Rolling out of bed at 2pm? I didn't raise you to be a lazy doe!" her mother chided. "Relax, Mom. The Tanas didn't get back 'til after 3! I think I deserve to sleep in! Besides, it's summer. Can you give me a ride into town to Naani Thai? I'm meeting some friends for chai tea and maybe early dinner." Her mother seemed satisfied with her explanation, and was caught off guard by the sudden change of subject. "Oh, I uh. I guess so. How late will you be out?" "Probably not late, but I'm not sure. It's Saturday, mom!" Her mother sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine, but if you're out after the Metro closes, you can use that babysitting money of yours to pay for a cab." Jane stuck her tongue out, but mentally reminded herself not to stay out too late. Even after the extra fifty, she didn't plan on having any cash left by this evening.

***

Jane waved cheerfully at her mother and hopped up the steps into Naani Thai, a cute little Thai restaurant on the outskirts of the city. She smiled at the hostess, who smiled back. "How many?" Jane just shook her head, watching out the window till her mother turned the corner. Then she smiled apologetically at the hostess and left the restaurant again. Naani Thai was a cozy place to hang out with her friends, and they made awesome chai tea, but she hadn't gotten a ride there for the atmosphere or the menu today. Today, the best thing about Naani Thai was its location. At 674 31st Avenue, Naani Thai was situated next door to a black satiny awning that arched over a set of steps leading to a below-street-level shop. The words "Studs & Stockings, Inc" were written in a red, metallic script on the end of the awning. Jane had never been inside, but she and her girlfriends would often giggle and speculate about the shop's contents and customers. Jane hurried down the steps, worried someone she knew would catch her. She paused only for a second at the glass-and-bars door and the big sign proclaiming "Must Be 18 or Older to Enter." She stepped inside and a little bell hanging over the door jingled. The shop was narrow and extended deep into the block. The racks near the door held lingerie and shoes and two sections of shelves devoted to porn DVDs. Jane guessed those DVDs must be what passed for "normal" porn because a sign hung from one of the shelves advising "The weird stuff's in the back!" Jane could see tall shelves of various sex toys that she could only guess at extending further back into the shop. Beside the door, directly to her right, stood a glass case and checkout register. Tbe case held a wide variety of fine leather products, from collars to cuffs to straps whose purpose wasn't immediately obvious to the doe. A tall young woman stood behind the counter, casually waiting for Jane to notice her. She was a cat, thin and lanky and only perhaps twenty or twenty-one. She wore a ripped and cropped "AC/DC" t-shirt that strained against her full breasts and showed off her flat tummy and pierced belly button. A pair of daisy dukes struggled to keep the woman decent below the waist, and Jane found her imagination wandering, wondering if she was pierced under those shorts as well. Her face, pretty and patient, was a body artist's masterpiece. Each ear held over a dozen piercings, no two quite the same, and a chain ran from a hoop on the side of the cat's brow to a similar hoop in her nose. Dimple piercings exaggerated her sweet smile. Jane made eye contact and swallowed nervously. "ID, please," said the catgirl in a voice like honey. Jane blushed and reached into her purse. She pulled out her learner's permit and presented it confidently to the older girl, who barely glanced at it before sighing and handing it back. "Listen, sugar," said that cat, leaning forward on the counter. Deep cleavage revealed itself under the roughly torn neckline of that shirt. Jane stared until the cat reached out and placed a finger under her chin, adjusting her point of view. "I'm under all kindsa laws here, babygirl. Cities like this look for any excuse to kick a sex shop out of town, and if I let you buy something, you'd make an awful convenient excuse." Jane swallowed nervously. The cat's eyes were sky blue and as exotic to Jane as her body piercings. Nikki's questions about nipple piercings suddenly danced through her head and she shivered. The thought of the girl, the whole reason she was here, steeled her resolve a little. She opened her wristlet, the tiny Vera Bradley bag stuffed full of the various bills she had collected from babysiting. "I've.. I've got cash," she said tentatively. Her father was a firm believer in the power of cash, and having seen a car dealer bend to his every whim at the promise of a purchase in cash, Jane had been convinced as well. The cat narrowed her eyes and peered into Jane's purse. Then she reached past the doe and pulled the switch for the neon "Open" sign. Jane couldn't help but stare at the endowed woman's lanky body as it stretched over the glasses so she could lock the door and draw the shades, breasts swinging heavily. Satisfied with the door, the cat flipped a switch on a stack of electronics that Jane guessed was the surveillance system. "You've got fifteen minutes to look around," she said. "I'm Mitzi. Just holler if you need help. I'll show you to the upstairs exit when you're done." Jane beamed. "Thanks!" She darted down a nearby aisle. It was labeled "Marital Aids." Shelves on the left and right of her contained every penis she could imagine, and then some. The shelves on her right were labeled "Plain" and offered a selection of smooth, featureless dildos arranged by size and material. On her left, the shelves were labeled "Realistic." The items there were arranged by species. From dolphin to cat to equine. She had never imagined such a variety. But still, as enticing as the selection was, she wasn't here for dildos. Not exactly, anyway. Jane followed the same aisle deeper into the shop. Passing the biggest dildo she had ever imagined, Jane moved into the vibrator section, which was separated into "Vaginal" and "Anal." Jane's eyes raked over both sides voraciously, tempted to buy herself a new plaything. But... she had a new plaything, who was waiting patiently for next Friday. Jane moved through the vibrator section into a length of shelves simply marked "Misc." "Ah ha," she said softly to herself. On these shelves, with no particular order, was everything that didn't fit comfortably into the "dildo" or "vibrator" descriptions. Cock rings, penis pumps, ben wa balls... Jane stood in front of a section of shelves, strapons on one side, double dildos on the other, debating. She eliminated several immediately due to sheer size. Whatever she bought had to be suitable for both her and her new girltoy. The FeelDoe was an enticing, exotic choice, but ultimately too expensive. Unsure of how to make her decision, she finally gave up and closed her eyes. Her mind's eye rapidly showed a slideshow of the little bunny girl using each of the toys laid out in front of her. The series of images made her wet, but she was able to make a quick decision. One thought aroused her more than any of the others. Opening her eyes, she picked up one of the strapons without hesitation. Black leather straps secured a thick purple dildo in place. It was bigger than what Jane typically used. On the other side, a buttplug was situated to secure the strapon in place on its user. A vibrating bullet was included and could be fitted in either the buttplug or the dildo. Her next choice was a little easier. Only one pair of nipple clamps was well made, metal, and had the spring force she knew Nikki would want. She moved back into the vibrator section and grabbed a second bullet, so she could use both slots on the strapon. She exited the aisle and laid her bounty on the glass counter. Mitzi raised her eyebrows, clearly surprised at the choices, but only said, "Five minutes." Jane tallied the items she'd picked out. $83. She had $42 left. Something pretty and purple caught her eye in the glass case, reminding her of Nikki's brilliant violet eyes. "Can I see that?" she asked Mitzi quietly, pointing. The catgirl unlocked the case and drew out a collar made of soft violet leather and lined in suede. Surely too expensive, she thought. She checked the tag. $30. She couldn't keep the excited grin off her face, imagining the look on Nikki's face. And more importantly, the look of the girl wearing nothing but the collar. "Do you have this color in a size smaller?" she asked, turning the leather over in her hands. "Smaller?" Mitzi asked, incredulous. "That's our extra small. Who's this a collar for?" Jane froze, licking her lips. "Oh um... Just myself. I-I like it... tight?" Mitzi narrowed her eyes but grinned, shrugging. "That's our smallest." Jane nodded and set it with her other things. $113. The leftover twelve dollars wouldn't get her a cab ride home, but it would be just enough to get herself dinner next door. She tucked into her small purse and laid the bills out on the counter, smiling up at Mitzi with a look of relief. Mitzi stared at her. The silence drew out to an awkward length. The cat didn't even count the money. "Oh, I'm afraid that won't cover it, sugar," said the girl slowly. "Wh-what?" Jane squeaked indignantly. "It should be more than enough." Mitzi leaned onto the counter again. As if automated, Jane's eyes lowered to drink in the deep cleavage. The catgirl didn't correct her eye contact this time. She kept talking as if she hadn't heard Jane speak. "Do you know what kinds of clients we get in here, honey? Pigs. Old men looking for things to excite their mistresses, or rekindle their marriage, or just get a good jerk out of a flick. Occasionally some slim little shut-in slinks in here for a shaft to diddle herself on, or something weirder. But they're like little spooks. Disappear if you look at 'em too long, or even try to talk to them." Jane swallowed, looking up at Mitzi to make belated eye contact. To her surprise, the cat was mimicking her gaze, drinking in the sight of Jane's firm B-cups, showed off nicely by her bratop tank. "Never a pretty little thing like you. Never someone more excited about their new purchase than ashamed." To Jane's surprise, the catgirl growled, a deep, feral sound. "You're too little to touch," Mitzi said, regret in her voice. "Too risky. Or I'd take that body of yours on a grand tour of all the toys in this shop. So I want you to show me." Jane squeaked softly. "Wh-what?" Mitzi looked down at the little collection of merchandise Jane had picked out. She picked up the extra small collar. "You want me to break the law and let you buy those toys, then I want you to show me exactly how you plan to use them." Using both hands, Mitzi looped the collar around Jane's neck and threaded the end, her fingers careful not to actually touch Jane's fur. "We'll start with this. You said this was for you, right?" Mitzi tightened the strap slowly. The next to last hole was snug on Jane's throat, but Mitzi didn't stop there. "Like it tight?" the catgirl whispered in her ear, lips trembling from being so close, never touching. Mitzi secured the collar on the last hole, the leather pressing into Jane's fllesh, restricting her airflow. Mitzi's deft fingers caught up the two bullets Jane had in her stack. With experienced ease, she loaded the batteries into both and slid each into their homes, one in the base of the strapon's buttplug, the other in the base of the dildo. A press of a button on each left them both humming powerfully. Mitzi laid the strapon back on the glass case where it rattled noisily. "Now, sugar," Mitzi said sweetly. "If you plan on buying anything from my shop, you'll strip down, climb up on that case, and show me exactly how you plan to use your new toys." The catgirl leaned back, propping herself against a high stool behind the counter, not yet sitting on it. As Jane stared, the catgirl popped the button on her daisy dukes, fingers casually stroking the little tuft of pubic ruff the action exposed. Jane stood there for a long moment, stunned, watching Mitzi's fingers. Every part of her insisted on running. She could order the toys online, right? But then, there was a good chance her mother would find out. And they might not even arrive in time. She couldn't stand the thought of disappointing Nikki, whom she'd promised new games next time. The idea of Nikki pouting had her hands moving before she'd actually made her decision. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off in one smooth motion. She blushed at a crude but complimentary remark from the catgirl, focusing her attention on folding the shirt and setting it out of the way, unable to look up at her blackmailer. While toeing her way out of her sneakers, she undid the button on her too-tight jeans, unzipping them and struggling to wiggle them off her hips. She turned around as she worked them down, giving Mitzi a deliberate view of her ass and hearing the appreciative intake of breath behind her. Jane blushed, the sound exciting her. Her panties were already wet from entertaining thoughts of Nikki and Kailee all day, and with her jeans down, the potency of her aroused scent embarrassed her. She stood up in her wet panties, carefully folding her jeans as well. When she turned around to place her jeans on her folded shirt, she saw that Mitzi had undressed as well, only she wasn't wearing panties at all. The catgirl was sitting nude on the stool, both hands massaging her large breasts as she silently watched Jane. Mitzi's nipples were pierced twice, each bearing a horizontal barbell and a vertical barbell with a ring instead of a ball on the bottom. A gold chain was strung between the two rings, and occasionally Mitzi would slide her finger down the chain slowly, putting more and more pressure on it and moaning quietly. On each side, over her ribs, Mitzi had a series of eight paired hoops set in her skin with ribbon laced through them like a laced corset. From there down, her piercings were more simple. Her belly button bore only a single, simple diamond stud. As Jane had guessed, her nethers were pierced as well, a single barbell situated horizontally under the base of her clit, which elevated the little nub out of its hood, standing erect and aroused, waiting for Jane's show. Jane licked her lips and quietly lowered and stepped out of her panties, a lace thong she had planned to keep hidden permanently under her jeans, there for the sole purpose of making her feel sexy. Dropping them on top of her folded clothes, she stood nude from collar to socks in front of her feline blackmailer. "On... on the counter?" she asked tentatively. Mitzi nodded, grinning, her finger pulling slowly on the chain between her nipples. "Mmhmm. Don't worry, sugar. If I can fuck on it, it'll barely even notice a little slip of a thing like you." Jane blushed. She braced her hands on the counter and jumped up on it. She got up on her knees, feeling like something on display. She watched Mitzi's eyes travel down her body, from collar to nipples and ultimately to the lips tucked between her legs. Jane reached down, picking up the nipple clamps off the counter. She shivered, hesitant. She had picked that toy out with Nikki's tastes in mind. She reached down with her other hand, spreading her lips to expose her little clitty. She heard Mitzi moan with approval. She squeezed one of the spring-action clamps open. Still spreading herself for her audience, she carefully positioned the clamp over her nipple and released it as slowly as she could. She hissed sharply as it bit into her flesh. The metal tips were coated with a layer of rubber so they wouldn't pinch or cut. But to Jane, it felt like the fingers of someone determined to twist her nipple clean off as punishment. She doubled over momentarily, panting harshly, her body trying to adjust to the sensation. She righted herself slowly, looking up at Mitzi. The feline had a dildo in hand now, bigger than anything Jane had ever used. Mitzi grinned at her over the head of the thing. As Jane carefully pinched her other nipple in the second clamp, the cat rewarded her by slowly licking the head of her latex toy, showing off tongue skills that made Jane's mind wander. Muzzle wrapped around the pink dildo, Mitzi gestured insistently at the last thing on the counter: the strapon. Jane eyed the thing. The nipple clamps were distracting and made her breathing shallow, but with the collar squeezing her throat, it was even harder to get her breath. The straps wiggled across the glass counter as the toy's dual insertables buzzed. Jane considered adjusting the straps and wearing it herself. The buttplug was smallish and was smaller than the one she used at home. But, she'd already effectively told two little white lies about what she planned to do with the collar and nipple clamps. Swallowing, the collar dug into her flash. A brief haze around her vision was enough reminder that there could be consequences for lying. She picked the toy up, wrapping her fingers around the base of the dildo. Jane looked up at Mitzi slowly. The cat was staring, purring, her eyes half-lidded as she slowly traced the head of her own toy down her body. Her other hand had abandoned the chain between her nipples and was between her legs instead. When she saw Jane looking, she spread her lips, showing off her wet, pink inner labia to her victim. The old leather of the barstool glistened where Mitzi leaked. Jane turned around carefully on the glass counter so that her ass was facing toward Mitzi. Slowly, she bent over and lifted her tail, hearing her watcher moan with appreciation as her young cunny and pink tailhole were put on display. Struggling to breath, she bent over completely, free hand grasping the small metal ledge of the glass display case. She lifted the toy behind her, having to keep a firm grip. The small bullet contained a power belied by its size, and it hummed hungrily in her hand. Jane groaned as she pressed the vibrating toy's tip to her asshole. She spared a quick glance over her shoulder, gagging a little on the too-tight collar to do so. Mitzi's thick, pink dildo was already buried in her snatch, stretching her more than Jane could imagine. Her clitoral piercing stood out from the stretched membrane of her inner labia, making her clit protrude obscenely, bobbing as Mitzi fucked herself with the toy. "No lube?" she heard Mitzi ask, appreciation in the cat's voice. Jane whimpered softly, the bite of the collar forcing her to look forward again. She panted hard now, her head swimming. She pushed the toy slowly, feeling her asshole stretch around the smooth toy. The initial feeling was familiar and welcome, even with the powerful buzzing that made her pussy leak and her anus a little numb. But she had deliberately picked something bigger for this treat for her new plaything. The stretching didn't stop. It grew painful and Jane was sure she'd have to stop. If she stopped, someone would be angry. Who? Through her hazy head she struggled to remember. Mitzi. The sexy shop owner. And if Mitzi got angry, she might not sell her the toy in the first place. Or worse, she might ask questions, questions that were too dangerous to answer. Biting her lip, she kept pushing. Her slick pussy clenched tightly around nothing, leaking her arousal down her inner thighs. Jane swallowed and the collar dug into her throat. Things grew muddy again. She felt her body relax from lack of oxygen. She was going to fall over. Then, all at once, her ass was rammed full, shocking Jane back to full consciousness. For a second she thought she was being raped, but it was her hand that had pierced the toy into her asshole. When she had nearly passed out, her little hole had relaxed just enough to thrust the thing home. Jane's entire world became a feeling of being stretched, being full, and her whole body vibrating to the tune of the toy inside her. "Oh fuck!" she squealed. "Oh f-fuuuuuck!" Jane could hear wet sounds, purring, and an occasional gasp. She couldn't see the source, but her mind conjured the picture of Mitzi for her, a pink dildo stretching her pussy even wider than the strapon was stretching her ass. Inspired, Jane began thrusting the toy inside herself, trying to match the pace of the delicious squelches coming from somewhere behind her. The first orgasm hit Jane like a freight train. Lost in a hazy world that only included wet sounds and the thrust of something massive inside her ass, she hadn't expected it. Her body returned to her consciousness only to be wracked with fierce spasms and incredible pleasure. Weak from lack of oxygen, she actually only trembled and mewled on the glass case as her hand kept pumping the toy into her stretched ass. Her pussy reacted more violently though, twitching and spasming several times before clenching down tight and squirting again and again. Jane's thick, sticky girlcum sprayed out of her, mixing with her arousal that had pooled, crystal clear, on the glass below her. Jane lost track of her orgasms quickly. She focused all her efforts on keeping that thick dildo moving inside her as her body twitched and came, squirted, and came again. It felt like years, or maybe seconds. Her vision had faded to a murky grey. Someone was grabbing her neck. Weren't they? No, leather. Another orgasm, she screamed, she thought, but actually mewled pitiably. Her cunn y clenched and squirted but nothing came out of her. She felt spent, used up. Vision already gone, her consciousness lost track of the rest of her. She tumbled over, falling, falling, until something warm enveloped her instead of the hard landing she had expected.

***

Jane awoke with a start. She was dressed and lying on a couch. Her head, neck, nipples, and ass ached. She swallowed and it felt like there was sand in her throat. She sat up on the couch and gasped as the denim of her tight jeans slid across her tired pussy. Her panties were conspicuously absent. Jane stood slowly, the feel of denim on her naked pussy lips making her tremble. She felt weak and her head throbbed. She was in someone's living room, and it was still light out. She tried to remember what had happened, but attempting to conjure the memory only made her feel short of breath and aroused. A brown paper bag was beside her, and she found it contained all the items she'd picked out from Studs & Stockings. In addition, her wristlet still contained all the bills it had when she'd left the house this morning. She blushed slowly, little details of her arrangement with Mitzi coming back to her in pieces. She hadn't intended on not paying for the items. Apparently, Mitzi had really enjoyed the show. Still blushing, she took the bag and quietly let herself out the front door, which had been left slightly ajar. A hallway from that door lead her to a staircase, which she followed down to the first floor. When she found the way out, she found herself on 30th Avenue. The apartments adjoined the building with Studs & Stockings, apparently, each having an entrance on opposite blocks. Jane checked the bag from the toystore, relieved to discover it was utterly anonymous. Not knowing what else to do, she walked around the block--slowly, her abused asshole aching--until she arrived on 31st Ave. She climbed the stairs into Naani Thai. The hostess scowled at her. "Staying this time?" Jane smiled bashfully. "Yes, sorry about that. Just table for-- " "Jaa-aane," came a singsong voice. Jane looked over the hostess's shoulder. Kailee was sitting in the back, by herself. She winked and beckoned the doe. Jane blushed. "Nevermind," Jane said apologetically. "I found my party." Jane went to join Kailee, who stood and greeted her with a playful, chaste kiss--and a brief, hidden grope of her left breast. Jane gasped and Kailee grinned before both sat at the table. Jane tucked the bag carefully out of view. "What brings you here?" Kailee asked. She leaned forward, still wearing that white tanktop and no bra. "I thought you were pooped from last night." "I am," Jane said honestly. "But I had to pick up some things for my mom over on 30th. You?" "Drowning my sorrows in chai tea since I got blown off this morning. And not in the good way." She grinned and stuck her tongue out at Jane. Jane squeezed her thighs together, shivering at the dull ache in her ass. Between last night and today, her pussy felt utterly spent. But the thought of that same, stretched ache in her cunny from a romp with Kailee . . . She shivered again, leaning forward and licking her lips. "Wanna catch a movie?"