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The tinted all-glass door to ‘The Dam’ lesbian bar swung open, releasing the drunken bantering of its clientele to the world outside. Violet’s furry, greyish-brown arm was the first to emerge through the open door, her leathery padded palm pushing it open as far as its hinges would allow. She walked out into the night, her girlfriend Rose right behind her. Their faces bore the weariness of excessive drinking and an irritation with their chosen company.

“Wait. You’re telling me you guys left the window open the whole time?! That’s fucking gold, dude!”

The loud, inebriated voice bellowed behind Rose as the cheetah exited the bar. It belonged to Violet’s long-time friend, Saph, who belted her words straight past Rose’s ears. Rose flattened them to mute the Lynx’s drunken hollering to little effect. She trotted past Violet into the outer atrium while the coyote held the door open, nearly tripping over her own feet. Saph followed behind her, holding the hand of her girlfriend, Alex, as the deer was led out last.

“Yeah, great...” Violet sarcastically remarked. “I love that we accidentally exposed our boomer neighbors to our first BDSM scene. Super funny. I’m glad our embarrassment entertains you so much, Saph. Thanks for the empathy.” Rose leaned against the brick retaining wall opposite the entrance, evening out her blue dress before going to rub her tired eyes.

“They were having a patio party…” Rose added, groaning. “It’s been two weeks, and I’m still scared to leave the house in case we see each other.” Saph and Alex passed by Violet, and Violet let the door close itself before going to Rose. Saph held her free hand to her snout, stifling laughter.

“What?! They were having a party?!” She cried. Her ability to contain herself was shattered by the image of a bunch of older mammals being subjected to the other couple’s kinky expositions and ecstatic vocations. The lynx doubled over and let her bouts of laughter free, letting go of Alex’s hand to hold her sides and wipe tears from her eyes. Alex covered her mouth, giggling along with her stubby partner’s infectious laughter. Rose and Violet exchanged exhausted looks before Violet slipped her hand behind Rose’s back, pulling her closer.

Saph caught her breath, letting out the last of her chuckles. Alex cleared her throat and turned to the weary couple.

“I’m sorry, Violet.” She apologized. “It’s kinda funny when it’s not us having such a mishap.” Her cervine face turned down at the bent-over lynx, still catching her breath. “Lord knows we’ve had our fair share of embarrassment throughout our own erotic endeavors.”

“No, those were all funny as shit, too.” Saph claimed. “You guys are just too sensitive, is all.” She spread her arms to the side. “Accidents happen! Be proud of your sexuality and take things in stride!” She announced, concluding her statement with a long belch that made the others wince.

“Charming…” Violet quipped with the utmost sarcasm. She turned to Alex while gesturing to Saph with an open paw. “How do you put up with this?” Alex just smirked, craning her head down to Saph’s face.

“I revel in her chaos,” Alex replied. Saph stood on her toes, and the two embraced in a drunken kiss. Saph’s hand reached up to caress her face, and they parted, both blushing beneath their fur. “I find it very arousing.” The two backed off each other, and Saph wrapped her arm around the small of Alex’s back. The two gazed at Rose and Violet, the other two leaning on each other for support. “Where to next? The night’s still young.”

“Young? It’s one in the morning.” Violet stated.

“Can we get some food?” Rose sleepily asked. Violet hummed in agreement.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind getting something to fill my stomach before those tequila shots wreck my ass. We have stuff to do tomorrow, and I’d prefer we weren’t hung over as fuck.”

The four mammals began ascending the brick steps leading up to the sidewalk.

“Yeah, I could eat.” Saph agreed. “What’s even open right now?”

“Is Sherry’s still open?” Rose asked. “I wanna milkshake…”

“Nah, they close at midnight,” Violet replied. Saph erupted with her own suggestion.

“Oh! Spennies is open down the street. That location stays open all night! You guys want some pancakes?!”

There was a moment of silence before Saph and Alex snorted and then erupted into howling laughter. Violet and Rose were initially confused but then realized the other two were making light of Rose’s choice of a safe word. It being ‘pancake.’

They reached the top of the stairs and moved out of the way so Rose and Violet could pass them, the lynx and deer clinging to each other for support. Rose and Violet exited the stairs and waited for the two to finish with unimpressed scowls darkening their faces. Eventually, Saph and Alex’s laughter concluded with the two carefully removing tears without ruining their makeup.

“Holy shit…” Saph huffed.

“Are you guys done?” Rose asked, her thinly fraying patience making itself known in her stern tone.

“I think so…” Alex replied.

“So what you’re saying is ‘pancake.’” Saph cajoled, elbowing the deer in the ribs. The two began giggling again. Violet groaned.

“I don’t know why we bother telling you guys about our love life.” She said. Rose cut in, glaring at her partner.

“We? You’re the one always telling them. I’d be fine with it if they didn’t laugh at us every time. Every time, Violet.”

“You should know better than to share details with us.” Saph chuckled. “Thank you for sharing, though, I appreciate it. That was the funniest sexscapade I think I’ve ever heard.”

Rose and Violet let out exasperated sighs. Violet was just glad neither she nor Rose mentioned her ‘barking,’ or she’d never hear the end of it.

“So…” Saph said, wrapping her arms around Alex’s waist and clinging to her in a tight hug. “Spennies?”

“I have to work in the morning,” Alex said, caressing Saph’s arms. “I’m probably gonna head home and get some sleep.”

“Awwe.” Saph groaned. She backed off Alex, and the two held each other's hands. “I forgot you had work tomorrow. I wanted to go out dancing tonight.”

“I know. You go and have fun with these two. I’m going to drink some water and get some rest.”

“Aww, ok…” Saph conceded. Her face turned down to the pavement.

“And be nice… I know their little incident was funny, but it's only funny for us. It's time to let it go.”

“Yeah… Okay.” Saph agreed, the booze in her system causing her to sway a little.

“I love you, and I’ll see you later if I wake up when you get into bed. And don’t get into any trouble.”

“I won’t.” Saph replied. She tipped her head up, and Alex leaned over to share a sultry goodbye kiss.

“Awe.” Rose cooed. She blushed and looked away as the two started getting their tongues involved. Violet just kept watching, unfazed, her vision beginning to blur. The tequila was working faster than she thought.

The deer and lynx couple concluded their messy kissing and looked longingly into each other’s eyes. Violet wanted them to wrap things up so they could get some food. “Do you want us to walk you home?” She asked out of curtesy, although she hoped the deer would say no.

“Nah, I’m good,” Alex replied, turning her face from Saph’s. Violet was immediately relieved. “It’s only a few blocks away. I can manage.”

“It was nice seeing you,” Rose said, almost slurring her words.

“Likewise,” She looked around at the three mammals. “You guys have a good night.”

“You too!” Rose exclaimed. She let go of Violet and stepped up to the deer. The two shared a hug. Rose eventually backed off, and Alex adjusted her denim coat and satchel.

“Alrighty. Bye, guys! Cya next time!” She said, giving Violet and Rose a brief wave. She blew a kiss to Saph, and the lynx pantomimed herself grabbing it from the air.

“Cya later, gorgeous.” Saph replied. Giving the deer a light swat on the rear as she walked away. Alex *ooh!*ed and giggled, wiggling her flagging tail, then looked over her shoulder to give Saph a playful wink. The three watched the cervine strut down the street, swaying her slim hips back and forth. The clopping of her hooves on the sidewalk petered out as she got further away. Saph just stared at her as she went.

“Hate to see her leave, but love watching her walk away.” The lynx snickered at her own comment.

“She’s too good for you, Saph,” Violet smirked.

“Damn right she is. But I still got her.” The Lynx looked to her friends, buttoning her denim jacket over her hoodie. She stuck her paws in the jacket’s pockets. “So…Spennies?”

“Yes, please,” Rose replied.

The three stumbled down the street toward the restaurant, Saph smoking a cigarette while Rose and Violet held hands behind her. They were a block away from ‘Spennies’ when Rose tripped over a crack of uneven pavement and took a tumble. Luckily for her, Violet was holding her hand, and the coyote’s reaction time was yet unaffected by the alcohol she’d consumed. Violet caught the cheetah and pulled her into her body mid-fall, wrapping her free arm around Rose’s back.

“You alright, babe?” Violet asked. Rose seemed unfazed by the near miss and closed her eyes, nuzzling her face into Violet’s chest. The moisture of her black nose smeared over the leather of Violet’s jacket.

“Yeah… My hero…” Rose murmured sleepily.

Saph failed to notice the two behind her had stopped to cuddle against each other. She continued walking, taking a drag off her cigarette. She gazed up at the bright storefront beside her and stopped dead in her tracks. The lights were on, and a few people were inside, perusing the racks of colorful clothes. She knew this shop. It was ‘Purrfect Fit,’ the queer costume shop known for selling everything from simple costumes to fetish gear. She’d been in this store many times with Alex, but what she saw next made her eyes snap open.

Saph turned her head up and gazed at the large piece of pink construction paper taped to the inside of the pane-glass window. She read the large, curved letters sharpied onto its surface.

All-night spring sale! 30% off all outfits and accessories! All night from midnight, May 13th @ 8 PM to May 14th @ 8 AM.

Saph flicked her cigarette over her shoulder and pressed her face and paws flat against the glass in excitement. “No, fucking, way…” She blurted out. “30% off!” She whistled to further express her astonishment. “Dude, they have a harness here that I’ve been wanting for months now, but it’s too pricey for my budget. Until now.” She backed away from the glass. We gotta go in. I gotta get my harness. Alex is gonna shit when she sees…me…”

Her voice trailed off when she realized nobody was listening to her. She’d turned her head to where she thought the other two would be. They were still half a block back, sloppily making out with Violet’s back pinned against the brick wall of the poutine place Rose tripped in front of.

Saph growled. “Hey! Lovebirds! Get over here! I wanna make a quick stop!” Neither mammal appeared to hear the lynx. There was a fifty-fifty chance they were either too drunk at this point to pay any attention, or they were ignoring her. She brushed her hand through her head fur and scoffed.

“Hey! Kitty and the mutt! There are clothes on sale here!” She watched both the girls’ ears flicker with the addition of Violet’s fur bristling. They separated lips, Rose still clinging to Violet. Rose looked over with excitement, her eyes as round as wide as they could go in her current state of drunkenness. Violet bared her teeth and growled while shooting a glare at the stout lynx.

“Clothes?!” Rose exclaimed.

“Don’t call me that!” Violet shouted angrily, immediately asserting herself. Her hand abandoned Rose’s butt to thrust a finger at her short friend.

“Sorry ‘V,’ just trying to get your attention.” The lynx smirked at the canine. Violet slipped from Rose’s embrace and began walking toward Saph like she meant business, nearly stumbling over the same uneven pavement Rose did.

“Not cool, Saph! Don’t call me that!”

It was evident to Saph that alcohol was contributing to Violet’s antagonism. Saph usually got away with calling Violet a ‘mutt’ if she used it sparingly. Perhaps using the word so soon after mocking the two’s misadventure wasn’t the best idea when Violet was already three sheets to the wind. She stuck her paws up disarmingly.

“Whoa, whoa. Violet, chill! I’m sorry. I know, I shouldn’t have said it. I apologize. I was just trying to get your attention.” Violet towered over the lynx, her hands balled into fists at her side, her squinting eyes struggling to focus on her friend. Her lips were pulled back in a canine snarl, a menacing growl rattling through her teeth. Rose came up from behind and hugged one of her arms.

“Violet…” Rose pleaded. “She said she was sorry. You’re drunk, we all are… Just let it go so we can go eat. I’m hungry…” She nuzzled her face against the leather of Violet’s coat sleeve. Violet looked down at her girlfriend, and her expression began smoothing out. She nuzzled the top of Rose’s head with her cheek, a content hum buzzing in her throat. Her eyes gazed wearily at her friend.

“Yeah, ok… apology accepted… You’re lucky Rose is here.”

“I suppose… Once again, I’m sorry.” Saph replied, watching the two embrace each other. “Yeah, so, can we go check out this store?” She gestured to stop behind her with a nod of her head. “They’re having a sick sale, and there’s a harness I want.”

“Can't we go after we get food?” Violet replied, her stomach rumbling. Saph was quick to answer.

“If we get food now, we might be black-out drunk by the time we leave, and I don’t want to forget about this.” Violet and Rose just stared back at her with uneasy looks on their faces.

“Come ooooooon, guys!” She wined. “It’ll take like two minutes. I already know what I want.” She scrambled to convince them, gesturing with her hands to accentuate her urgency. “You two should take a look around since you’re finally starting to get into kinky shit. They have tons of outfits in there. You’re bound to find something cute you wanna see the other in.”

Rose and Violet both looked at each other, Rose with droopy eyes and Violet with double vision. They shrugged their shoulders in tandem.

“Yeah, sure,” Rose said.

“Why not?” Violet also said, the two talking over one other.

“You guys are so adorable.” Saph patronized. “Especially when you’re drunk.” Rose squealed with excitement, feeling Violet’s hand squeeze her butt. With Rose turned inward to Violet, Saph saw the whole thing. Her eyes momentarily flickered downward at Violet’s hand, then up to their drunkenly yearning expressions.

“Case in point…” She added. “Ok! Let’s go get my harness!” The lynx clapped her hands together and turned on her heel. She marched toward the front door of the shop. Violet and Rose followed her, shuffling along together. Saph opened the glass door by its metal handle and walked in, holding it open with an extended arm until the couple passed the threshold into the store.

That was the last thing they remember of that night….

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Violet’s crusty eyes peeled open, a fuzzy image of their bedroom ceiling greeting her. If the pounding in her head or the phlegm in her throat weren’t enough evidence that she’d drunk too much the night before, the fact that she was waking up on her back was a dead giveaway.

She never slept on her back. It made her restless. But when she was blackout drunk, however, her worn-out body didn’t have much preference in how she slept. The coyote groaned and stretched, immediately feeling her feline lover’s limbs wrapped around her, leg over her legs, arm over her belly.

Violet looked down and saw Rose’s face buried in her armpit. The cheetah’s hangover would be as bad as hers when she awoke, if not worse. She was smaller and slimmer than Violet and had the reputation of being a ‘lightweight.’

Violet’s arm was caressing the length of her back, the feeling of the cheetah’s naked fur on her paw pads hinting that she was probably nude. If Rose was nude, Violet was probably nude, too. Rose’s arm disturbed her belly fur every time the coyote breathed, and Violet concluded before even looking that this was the fact.

Did they have sex last night? Violet pulled her free hand out from under the sheets and sniffed her fingers. Rose’s scent was absent. She withdrew her other arm from around the cheetah and sniffed it. No scent either. She didn’t taste Rose on her snout, so they must have only had the energy to climb up the stairs, take their clothes off, and pass out next to each other.

Violet cleared her throat and propped herself up by her elbows, leaving Rose’s face out in the cold. She looked over at her alarm clock. 11:24 AM, it read.

“Jesus…almost noon…” Violet thought. “How late did we stay up?” She’d have to ask Rose when she was up; right now, her body was telling her she hadn’t peed in hours, and her dry mouth and aching head told her she’d gone to bed without drinking water.

She began to get out of bed, throwing the blankets off her and, inadvertently, Rose. She assumed right; they’d gone to bed naked. Who needed pajamas when you had a fur coat and a drunken girlfriend to cuddle up with? Regardless of her pelt, Rose shivered at the absence of her partner’s warmth, balling up as Violet removed herself from her entangling limbs. The cheetah groaned as she slowly resumed consciousness. Her head must be killing her, and her tummy must be swirling with nausea.

“Nooooooooo.” Rose moaned.

“You alright, spots?” Violet croaked, her voice hoarse with phlegm.

“Nooooooo, no, no…” Rose repeated. She blindly reached for the duvet and pulled it over herself, covering her body up to her round ears. “What time is it? She asked, the blanket muffling her voice. Violet looked at the clock, the 11:25 switching to 11:26 a moment after Violet’s eyes landed on its digital red display.

“Eleven twenty-six.” She answered. Rose let out a long, exasperated groan.

“Fuuuuuuuck. We have to run errands today!” She lamented from under the covers.

“Yeah, I know…” Violet said, her tone agreeing with the cheetah’s vexation. “I’m going to the bathroom. Please don’t throw up in the bed while I’m gone.” She turned and dangled her legs over the side of the bed, standing up while attempting to stay balanced.

“I don’t have to…throw up…” Rose replied, drifting off to sleep again. Violet didn’t say anything back. She shuffled up to the clothes she’d worn out last night, all strewn about like litter at a music festival. Her jeans looked like she’d pulled them straight down with her undies and stepped right out of them, as the bunched-up legs made nearly perfect circles through which Violet could see the carpet. Her orange thong was still situated in the crotch and around the inside of the waist.

Her phone stuck straight up out of her back pocket, and she bent over to pluck it from its place, continuing on to the bathroom. She closed the door behind herself and plopped her butt down on the toilet, bringing her phone up to her face.

The home screen greeted her with a nearly drained battery warning and over fifteen notifications, one of which was a text from Saph. Violet sighed and opened the message.

[Tell me how the stuff fits. And then tell me what you guys did with it. >;3]

What ‘stuff’ was she talking about? How ‘it fits?’ Violet scrolled up to find some context, stopping when a picture of Saph filled her screen.

The lynx was dressed in nothing but a black leather harness, pointing her phone toward the mirrored closet door while she struck a cheeky pose for the camera. The harness did nothing to cover her body, starting at the collar around her neck and ending with two loops hugging where her legs met her torso. Violet admired the straps that clasped around her ribs. The lynx looked good. Violet felt a pang of envy ruffle her fur.

Violet wasn’t fazed one bit by the sight of her naked friend. They regularly went to the nude beach every summer. Back in the day, when they first met, Violet and Saph dated for a couple of months before deciding to leave things plutonic. They’d spent many nights together and were accustomed to each other’s bodies. She simply admired the lynx’s new gear and moved on.

She kept scrolling, finally reaching the top, when she and Rose had arrived at the bar last night.

[Just down the block, be there in a minute.] was the last message sent by the coyote. The following were all Saph’s.

[You guys were so shitfaced lol. You probably won’t remember but I had to order your food and pay for you two at Spennie’s.]

[You guys owe me 53 bucks by the way…]

[Oh, yeah, and Rose threw up in a bush while you were waiting for your Upurr to arrive.]

[OH SHIT I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THE COSTUME SHOP!]

[I can’t believe you guys spent that much on outfits! That’s nuts!]

[anjaoaruobkdbhldshbcdggnknkjfgcv!!!111!!!!!11]

[You guys are going to hate yourselves in the morning! HHhaaaaaahahahahahah!!!! X3]

[Anyways, I’m home. Alex is passed out but I’m gonna try this thing on anyway. I’ll send you a pic.]

The following image was of Saph in her harness. Violet took another gander at her friend before continuing on.

[Fuck yeah, This thing fucks so hard! And I’m gonna fuck so hard in this thiiiiiiiiinnnngggggg!!! Skasldkjasjdfjasdlfjsd]

[Anyways, I’m gonna pass out with mah darling doe. Have a not-so-shitty hangover tomorrow!]

[Tell me how the stuff fits. And then tell me what you guys did with it. >;3]

Violet scrolled up to the top again. Costume shop? She didn’t remember a costume shop, nor did she remember going to Spennie’s. She rubbed her aching forehead with her free palm. Wait… outfits? WAIT! How much did they spend?!

Violet finished up and washed her paws as fast as possible, gulping down a few hefty glassfuls of water from the cup next to the sink. She didn’t want to assess last night's damage while dehydrated.

She opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the bedroom, gazing around for anything out of place. That’s when she spotted them… Four paper bags with woven handles sat upright before their standing mirror. Violet’s eyes bulged momentarily, and she reluctantly inched toward the bags.

The coyote kneeled in front of their purchases and sluggishly took the long receipt from the top of one of them like she was about to read her own obituary. Her ears flattened against her head as she smoothed out the flimsy paper and looked for the big, bold number at the bottom.

“SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS?!!!!!” Violet cried in abject horror. Rose stirred from her nest, poking her head up.

“Wha-?” She murmured. “Why are you yelling?”

“We spent six hundred dollars on costumes last night!” Violet exclaimed. Rose immediately sat up, the bunched-up duvet obscuring her naked form below her shoulders.

“What?! NO!”

“Yes!” Violet retorted, struggling to read the individual items, the smaller print appearing slightly fuzzy. Rose’s face scrunched up like she was in pain. She probably was, and the money lost certainly wouldn’t help.

“We can return them, can’t we?!” She asked. Violet scrolled through the leaf of paper. There, under the total cost, were four words that made Violet feel like she might fall through the carpeted floor.

FINAL SALE, NO RETURNS.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!” Violet moaned. “No refunds!” She was nearly in tears. Rose just stared on, mouth hanging open in despair.

“We…we can’t re…return…” She began stammering but stopped when her hand came to her mouth. She scrambled to get out of bed, still holding her muzzle shut as she leaped off the mattress and ran to the bathroom. Violet’s ears flickered the moment the cheetah wretched up what was presumably the last of her late-night ‘Spennie’s’ meal. Violet turned her gaze to the bathroom doorway, unable to see much inside from her angle.

“Are you alright, babe?” She asked. Her question was met only by further retching. She’d be fine once she got it all out, and her head fur wasn’t nearly long enough to warrant being held. Violet’s attention returned to the receipt, and she listed off the purchases one at a time.

“Oh god…” She remarked. It appeared that their wildest sexual fantasies had taken the steering wheel while they were blacked out. Violet could name at least two of hers listed in the descriptions of the items bought. Her ears rotated toward the sound of the tap turning on in the bathroom. When it was shut off, she heard the gulping down of water, then a painful groan emanating from the doorway.

“I don’t even remember buying anything,” Rose mumbled, leaning against the doorframe with her shoulder.

“Neither do I. But Saph did, apparently….”

“Of course, she did…” Rose groaned. “That bitch could drink a frat boy under the table. She probably wasn’t even tipsy.”

“Yeah, and I bet she egged us on to buy this shit, too,” Violet added, frowning. She looked back at Rose, seeing the disheveled cheetah looking on with an exhausted expression. “Feeling better?” She asked.

“No…” Rose stated plainly. “But I’m no longer nauseous.” She pushed herself off the door frame and groggily padded over to Violet. “I really don’t like that we spent several months' worth of tips on stupid outfits, though. That’s knawing at me worse than my migraine.”

Violet handed the receipt over her shoulder, and Rose took it. The cheetah squinted at the printing, reading it as her tail swayed back and forth. Violet began investigating the paper bags. “Whose is whose?” She asked.

“I dunno. The last thing I remember was you nearly getting into a fight with Saph.”

“Oh, yeah… I remember that, too… Then we went into the store.” Violet said, pulling a pair of khaki pants from one of the bags. Rose began listing off items.

“School girl outfit with tie… This sounds like a ‘Violet’ thing.”

Violet looked up at her. “What? For me to wear? Or for you to wear and for me to ogle you in?” Rose replied with a correction.

“Oh, wait… there’s two of them here. One large, one medium.”

Violet scoffed. “Why would I buy one for myself? Like, it’s hot, but I’d never be caught dead wearing one myself.”

“Maybe I like it too?” Rose argued. “Remember the private school that was across town from our school?”

“Yeah?” Violet replied.

“Well, I’d see one of the girls from that school once in a while, walking home, and I always…admired them, ya know?”

Violet chuckled. “Yeah, I ‘admired’ them too. And also later that night when I’d hump my pillow.” Rose ignored her vulgar remark.

“I just really liked their uniforms. I like the idea of wearing a skirt every day, without judgment, because every girl has to wear the same. I wanted to take a risk some days and even hike the waistband up a little higher. Really make those hormone-addled boys turn their heads.”

“Damn,” Violet spat. “That’s…kinda hot…” She paused for a moment. “I mean, as a concept. I’m not a pedo or anything.”

“Yeah… duh, Violet. But it’s not just that. I have this fantasy about…something I missed out on in high school.”

“Like?” Violet urged.

“Well… When we were in high school, I still thought I was straight. I didn’t know I was bi until I met you, so I never really got that… one experience, you know?”

Violet sniffed. “What, like the one where you get called ‘carpet cleaner’ by the bitchy girls in the ladies’ locker room after gym class?”

“N-no…I mean…” Rose rubbed her temples and squeezed her eyelids tightly. “Like…the one where you really knew you liked girls. The one I didn’t get to experience until… Until that night, I met you at that party, and you kissed me in my room after.”

Violet looked off in thought. Her ears perked when she caught on.

“Ooooooh… you’re talking about a sort of… high school experimentation kind of thing? Like the awkward one I had with Ashley Steffurson back in eleventh grade.”

“Yes, but…yaknow…not awkward… Romantic instead…” Rose frowned. “Wait, that was with Ashley Steffurson? She was in my baking class. I thought you lost your V-card to Katie Bleatwood.”

“Nope, that was Ashley. Katie was just a friend. Although I wouldn’t really call it ‘losing my V-card.’ We didn’t get all that nasty. She had history class with me. We got paired up for a group project. The last night we had to work on it, we ended up making out and finger fucking each other. Then, the next day, we handed in our project, we got a ‘B,’ and she never spoke to me again. She spread it around that I’m a total lesbo, though, which was…a really shitty thing to do.” Violet stared down at the bags, reliving her least favorite years.

“Awe,” Rose crooned. “I’m sorry that happened to you…” She crouched down and hugged the coyote from behind. Violet’s tail began to wag, flapping against Rose’s ankles. “It’s her loss, babe.”

“Yeah…” Violet smiled wearily, reached into one of the bags, and pulled one of the red skirts from their ‘school girl’ costumes. She stretched it flat and admired the black-on-red cris-cross pattern of the material. “Ya’know, this would be a nice fantasy to explore… I always wanted that night with Ashley to go better than it did. You know, do it over? Now I can do it over with you.”

Rose hugged her canine lover tighter and nuzzled her neck. “Totally,” Violet let the skirt fall back into the bag. She gazed around at the others.

“Ok, what else do we got?” She dug into the next bag, pulling out a red velvet and satin set of lingerie, followed by a red velvet cape. Violet tried to piece together what exactly it was supposed to be. Rose gave her the answer, bringing the receipt before them and reading it, letting out a long, embarrassed sigh before speaking.

“Missus Clause lingerie set…” She revealed.

“What? Really?” Violet puzzled. “This must be another one of yours.”

“It is…” Rose admitted.

“You want to dress as sexy Santa? I might be into that…”

Rose groaned, blushing beneath her fur. “No… I want you to dress up like sexy Santa.” Violet stifled a bit of laughter.

“Oh, yeah?” She asked, trying not to giggle. “Why me?”

“Because!” Rose exclaimed, getting defensive. “I… I want to see you in a sexy Christmas getup.” She murmured.

“It’s May, Rose,” Violet said, a cheeky smirk creeping up her muzzle. Rose let go of the coyote and collapsed next to her, folding her legs to the side.

“I know. I guess black-out-drunk me just really wanted it sooner rather than later.”

Violet turned her head to Rose, a coy smirk etched into her muzzle. “What about ‘hungover Rose?’ Does she ‘really’ want it sooner rather than later?’” Rose giggled and gave Violet a playful shove.

“Okay, you. Cool it.”

“Well.” Violet began. Gesturing to herself. “I’d be glad to give you a little ‘Christmas in springtime.” She paused, stifling a snicker. “Christmas won’t be the only thing ‘coming’ early this year.” Rose giggled again, covering her muzzle with her paw. She pulled another bag toward her and dug through its contents.

She frowned, a bit confused to pull out…a helmet. Not just any helmet; the outer shell was coated in fine black velvet, and the front brim extended in a short duck-billed visor. Two straps hung from either side, intended for buckling up under one’s chin.

“A riding helmet?” Rose pondered out loud.

“Oh… right…” Violet murmured. She reached beside herself and pulled the khaki pants from the floor. Rose set the helmet aside and removed the rest of the clothes from hers. A white, long-sleeved shirt and a black riding jacket accompanied a pair of knee-high leather boots at the bottom of the bag. Rose held each out so they could make sense of the outfit.

“Yeah, I know exactly what this is,” Violet confessed.

“An equestrian outfit?” Rose asked, already having come to her own conclusions.

“Yeah…” Violet agreed. Rose looked the clothing over, reading the tags.

“It’s in my size.”

“Yeah, it would be…” Violet began, pausing to let out a sigh. “Because it’s for you to wear.”

“What? Why? Do you want me to ride you?” Rose asked. It was her turn to have a cheeky smirk crawl over her snout.

“Yes. Exactly that…” Violet confessed again, her eyes failing to meet the cheetah’s.

“Ooooh! You’re into horse girls!” Rose said excitedly. “Like, girls who ride horses. Not… like that Lindsey girl at The Dam that I catch you ogling occasionally, who’s, ya’know, a horse.”

“Lindsey is a horse girl. She’s a horse who rides horses… The four-legged ones…” Violet explained. Rose’s eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s kinda fucked up if you think about it,” Rose stated. Violet laughed.

“Dude, that’s nothing. I’ve seen bovines walk into steakhouses before.”

The two shared a quick laugh, and Rose slipped Violet a sly smile. “I bet you wish Lindsey would ride you… I’ve seen her. You like those thick, powerful equine legs of hers, don’t you?”

Violet blushed beneath her fur and looked away bashfully. She knew Rose had her pinned down and mapped out. “Sh-shut up…” she stammered.

“Knew it!” Rose exclaimed. Violet made a pained expression. Her ears pinned back against her head. Her palm went for her forehead as Rose’s shrill voice pierced her fragile, hungover skull. She growled at the splitting ache and rubbed her eyes before reaching for the last bag.

“Ok, let's keep going, shall we?” Violet groaned.

“Sorry…” Rose peeped.

Violet pulled the last two costumes out. One was a white translucent leotard with a low-cut bust. Every hem of the outfit was ornamented with baby-blue frill, and it came with a dainty, white leather harness that sported two angelic wings on each of the dorsal straps.

“This is for you,” Violet said, handing the outfit to Rose so the cheetah could inspect it. She returned to the bag and quickly produced a pair of cotton thigh-high stockings that matched the rest of the outfit.

“Oh… Am I going to be your little angel?” Rose asked. Violet was quick to answer.

“You already are, babe.” She grinned, hand still digging through the bag.

“Awe, Violet…” Rose crooned. Violet cut her off before she could say anything more.

“But I need you to look the part, hun. Like, really look the part.” She pulled a red latex leotard from the bag. Violet knew what fantasy they’d be playing out the second she saw Rose’s costume. This red costume, meant for her, was its counterpart. She let the article unfold before her so both could see. “Because… I’m going to be your devil!” She cried.

Rose flinched at the unexpected noise stabbing at her sensitive, hungover ears. “So what? Are you going to corrupt me? An innocent little angel?” She assumed.

“Exactly,” Violet said confidently. “Your scene from the other week got some twisted ideas stirring in my head. I wanna try them out, this time with me on the opposite end of things.”

Rose flashed her a mischievous little smile. “Oh, Violet, you dirty dog, you.” She leaned into the coyote and wiggled her finger under Violet's jaw, scratching her. Violet closed her eyes and hummed pleasantly. Her tail flapped furiously against the floor and her naked back.

“I’m a dirty dog, alright. You’ll see…”

“More like a dirty mutt,” Rose added. She watched the coyote’s fur bristle and added two more fingers to the scratching strokes beneath her muzzle. Violet leaned forward so her right leg had room to shake.

“Fuck… I love you so much, babe…”

Rose ceased her scritches and lifted her palm to caress Violet’s face. She leaned forward and planted her lips on her partner’s. The two shared a long, yearning embrace, only broken by Rose so she could ask a question.

“Soooo, when do you wanna try these out?”

Violet opened her eyes, looking back into the cheetah’s.

“I am way too fucking hungover for this now. But I’m definitely down to do one of these tonight if we feel better.”

“Just one?” Rose asked.

“I am sooooo tired, babe. How about we eat some breakfast, shower, then do our errands. Tonight, we’ll celebrate by doing whichever one of these requires less energy? I mean, we spent so much on these, right? Why burn through them all in one go?”

“You have a point.” Rose agreed. “Ok. Deal.”

Violet gently removed Rose’s paw from her face, holding it as they leaned in closer and nuzzled against the other’s cheek, lavishing their partner in tender warmth.

“Then I’ll see you back here tonight, gorgeous.” Violet cooed.

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Roleplay #1: Study Buddies.

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Rose tugged at her plaid skirt, ensuring it was even at the bottom hem. Her hand rose to her waist, and she adjusted where her white dress shirt was tucked into the skirt. She straightened her tie to cover the buttons down to her chest and belly, then waited for Violet, standing nervously in the center of the room. Rose would be lying if she said she didn’t feel a little silly doing this. She just hoped that Violet would be into her idea and play her role as Rose somewhat similarly to how she’d imagined.

There were three knocks at the bedroom door, which startled the cheetah. Rose swallowed the lump in her throat and took a deep breath, attempting to settle the butterflies in her stomach. “Coming!” she called out. The cheetah stepped to the door and turned the latch. The moment of truth.

Rose swung the door open and was greeted by her coyote girlfriend, or ‘study partner,’ in this scenario. She wore the same outfit Rose did, only a size larger. Her shirt was messily untucked on one side, and her tie hung loosely around her neck. She leaned against the door frame with one arm, the other holding a couple of books against her hip.

“Hey, Rose,” Violet greeted. Her leering eyes oggled the cheetah up and down, taking in the sight of her. She made Rose feel like a piece of candy waiting to be unwrapped, and it excited the feline to no end. Rose gazed up at her lover, or ‘soon-to-be lover,’ with a flushed face and dampening sex. Violet pulled off the too-cool-for-school look so perfectly. It was everything Rose dreamed of, and they’d hardly even started.

“H-hi, Violet…” Rose replied. She couldn’t believe how flustered she was. And with someone she’d been in a relationship with for over five years. It was like she was meeting Violet all over again.

“Ready to strap in for some studying?” Violet asked, as cool as ice. She winked at Rose, and the cheetah had to stifle a nervous giggle. Violet pushed herself off the door frame and hooked Rose’s tie under her finger, letting the fabric run over it as she pulled her hand back.

“Y-yeah. I am. More than ready, in fact.” Rose squeaked.

“Excellent,” Violet said. She waited a few seconds while Rose stood there awkwardly, marveling at Violet’s confident form. Violet held her coy smirk, looking back at Rose, waiting for Rose to move out of the way. When that clearly wasn’t happening, she spoke up. “You, uh…gonna let me in or what?”

Rose blinked, then looked around at their feet. “Oh, yeah. Uh… C’mon in!” She stepped out of the way and opened the door for her ‘study partner.’ Violet sniffed.

“Thanks, hun.”

Violet walked into the room and looked around, pretending she hadn’t been sleeping there for the past year and a half. She turned to Rose. “Cute room you got here.” Rose closed the door and faced her canine ‘classmate.’

“Th-thanks. I hoped you’d like it.” Rose sheepishly replied. Violet shifted her weight to one hip.

“Yeah, it’s pretty chill.” She held her two books up for Rose to see. Rose recognized them immediately. They were their old textbooks from their high school. Violet always had a bad habit of not returning them at the end of the year. “So which do you prefer to start with, History or Biology?” Rose had a good idea of where things would lead if she chose ‘biology.’ But she wanted to draw the scene out a bit. She wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.

“History,” Rose answered. “I know you’ve been struggling with that recently.”

Violet cocked her eyebrow and gazed at the history textbook for a moment before looking back to Rose. “Okay?” There was a faint hint of disappointment in her tone. “History it is.”

Rose approached the bed and sat down, scooting further onto the bed and folding her legs so Violet couldn’t take a peek at her panties. Violet shrugged her shoulders and joined the cheetah, lying on her side next to her. She set the books down and flipped open the history book. “So what do I have to learn… For the test?” Violet said, unsure where to go at this point. Rose jumped right in.

“Well, our upcoming test is on World War Two, so we should focus on that.” Rose flipped through the pages to the later sections, where the text was indented with black-and-white pictures of soldiers storming beaches and famished prisoners clinging to razor-wire fences. Violet glossed over the pages.

“Really titillating stuff,” Violet murmured, her voice heavy with sarcasm. Rose frowned, breaking character for a moment.

“Hush, you. We’re getting to that.” She sighed and looked over the page for information she test Violet on. " Okay, in the Second World War, who were the Axis forces?” Violet scratched her head.

“Uh…Germany, Japan, aaaaand…Italy?” Rose smiled.

“Yes, very good. Now, in the Pacific theater, what was the turning point for the Allied forces?”

Violet looked off in thought. “Uh…” She hummed, thinking back to her high school days. “Pearl…Harbour?” She asked, uncertain. Rose chortled.

“Nooooo. The battle of Midway. Pearl Harbour was what entered America in the war against Japan.” Violet scoffed.

“Well, I don’t know. I never took history.” Violet replied, speaking out of character. Her frustration was becoming apparent.

“You take it in this scenario.” Rose shot back. “Wait, didn’t you learn this stuff in eleventh grade?”

“Yeah, but I took humanities and we only covered this stuff for, like, two months.” Violet retorted. “I know more about World War One.”

“Well, then, we better refresh your memory.” Rose teased. She continued. “Roughly how many people did the nazis exterminate in the holocau-.“

“Okay, enough history.” Violet declared, cutting her off. Nothing made her dryer between the legs than genocide talk. “Let’s do some biology. I know you’ve been lagging behind in that.” She gestured to herself by placing a hand on her chest. “But I happen to be excelling in the subject.”

“Oh, yeah? Show me then.” Rose suggested, grinning at the coyote. She went to grab the biology textbook. Violet noticed her hand moving to pick it up and made a move she knew would fit the scene. She also went to grasp the book, her hand landing strategically on top of Rose’s. She let their contact linger for a moment, then withdrew her hand.

“Oops, uh, sorry,” Violet said, feigning embarrassment. Rose giggled.

“It’s alright…” Rose replied, sliding the textbook to Violet. “Here, show me biology.”

Violet smiled to herself and opened the book to a page about cells. She continued flipping through the book until it began discussing various mammal anatomies. “What do you need to learn specifically?”

“Uh…” Rose replied. I’m not too sure.” She scanned the pages as Violet leafed through them. She remembered this book from high school, and Violet was progressively getting to the part about reproduction.

“You know…” Violet began, her tone as coy as her smile. “We could learn about…sex…” She turned the next page, and a fully colored diagram of male genitals filled the page. Rose gasped softly, and Violet’s ear twitched at the sound. The first page had two diagrams of a canine penis and gonads, one in its sheath and the second standing erect outside of its sheath. The other page had similar diagrams of a feline penis.

“You like it?” Violet asked, teasing the cheetah. Rose couldn’t believe she was actually blushing. It was like she was back in school, seeing these images for the first time.

“M-maybe…” Rose answered sheepishly, her ears flattened back against her head with embarrassment. Violet kept turning the pages, eventually getting to the female portions. The first page had a straightforward diagram of the internal female reproductive system, and the opposite page had a diagram of the outer parts.

“Oh, now we’re talking.” Violet mused. “I think I like this part much better.”

Rose blushed hard beneath her fur. “Y-yeah? You like…these…better?”

“Yeah…” Violet replied. “Probably because I have these. And so do you…” She paused to chortle softly. “Ya’know, there are many neat things about yourself that you can learn from here. Things I never knew but had a lot of fun…experimenting with.”

“L-like what?” Rose asked, almost too flustered to speak. Violet pointed at the picture on the second page.

“Like that. The clitoris has twice the nerve endings in it than the entire male penis. Or that there are different types of orgasms a female can have, depending on what areas of themselves are focused on most during…intimacy, either by oneself or…with a partner.

Rose swallowed a lump in her throat. “I…I didn’t know that…” She peeped.

“I still have yet to practice with a partner, but… I’ve had plenty of practice on…myself.” Violet said, her voice taking on a sultry tone.

“So I-I guess you’ve learned a lot then, huh?” Rose stammered. “I-I haven’t had much time to…study it. Much…”

“Much?” Violet inquired. “So you have…‘studied.’ By yourself?”

Rose nodded. “A-a little…” Her heart pounded in her ears. Her face would have been beet red had it not been cloaked in fur.

“Well,” Violet began, letting the word hang. “Sounds like you could use a little more ‘practice.’ Good thing we’re study partners.” Her finger trailed down the length of Rose’s naked leg. The cheetah shivered and released a steamy breath.

“Oh god…” She huffed. Violet ran her finger back up Rose’s thigh, leaving a line of disturbed fur in its path.

“You know something else I learned from reading this book? Violet asked.

“N-no… What?” Rose peeped.

“I learned that the surface of a feline’s tongue is made up of fleshy little spines.” Violet chuckled and stared the cheetah square in the eyes. “I bet that must feel divine on certain…areas of a lady’s body.” Violet leered at the cheetah, undressing her with her gaze.

“It…definitely is rough…” Rose said, nervously avoiding her ‘study partner’s’ eyes.

“Can I feel it?” Violet asked. The question nearly made Rose jump.

“W-what?” Rose asked. “W-where?”

Violet chuckled. “Can I see what your tongue feels like? Just on my thumb? I just want to see what it’s like.”

Rose looked away in thought, her eyes falling over Violet’s body as she answered. “Well…ok, I guess.” Her shoulders were pulled up around her neck, and her ears pulled back as far as they could go. Bashfulness had taken over her senses.

“Ok, stick out your tongue, kitten.” Violet urged. Rose closed her eyes and did exactly that. Violet’s hand approached her mouth, and she made a fist, keeping her thumb extended. She nestled her index finger under Rose’s chin, hovered her thumb over the feline’s tongue, then brushed it slowly over the warm, slick extremity. “Wow, it really does feel rough, like slimy sandpaper.” She stroked Rose’s tongue a few more times. Then, Rose did exactly what Violet hoped she would, what Rose needed to do at that moment, her flustered, aroused body compelling her.

She opened her mouth and leaned forward, closing her lips around Violet’s digit. The second she had her lips around it, she cradled it with her tongue and sucked it.

No words passed Violet’s lips. She lay there with a satisfied look on her muzzled face, enjoying the sensation of Rose’s tongue, the rough texture of it on her fur and leathery thumb pad. Rose continued sucking, and Violet’s fist uncurled so her fingers could caress the cheetah’s soft, spotted face. Rose cooed with delight. Violet hummed with approval. Eventually, Violet pulled her digit free. Rose’s eyes fluttered open, and a bashful look spread over her face when she saw Violet’s coy expression.

“S-sorry…” Rose muttered.

“Don’t be.” Violet retorted. “You were just showing me what I was curious about. I’m very curious, you know…”

“Yeah?” Rose peeped.

“Yeah… It was an excellent demonstration. But you know what else I could use to…ease my curiosity about that tongue of yours?” Violet asked. Her voice was silk to Rose’s ears. She just realized how close they now were.

“Wh-what?” Rose asked, her breath nearly heaving with excitement. Her heart felt like a battering ram in her chest.

“My own…” Violet replied, nearly as hushed as a whisper. Her face drew in toward Rose’s, and the two closed their eyes, their lips meeting in the middle. They embraced one another, with Rose’s hand ascending to stoke the canine paw caressing her face. Passion took the wheel, and soon, their kisses took on a more wild aspect. Violet’s tongue slipped into Rose’s maw, intermingling with the cheetah’s.

Rose was the one to break their embrace. She panted, attempting to catch her breath, her heart working overtime. “Wha-… What are we doing, Violet?” Violet smiled, huffing fervently.

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a while, Rose. We’ve been study partners forever, it seems, and I… I really like you. Much more than friends. Like no other girl at our school.” Rose cooed at her passionate admission.

“I know what you mean.” Rose agreed. “I really like you too, Violet. I just… I’m afraid of what people at school will say. What if they bully us for this?” Violet looked back at her feline counterpart.

“They don’t have to know, Rose. This can be our little secret, just the two of us.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Rose groaned, her act slipping. Violet maintained her composure and rolled with it.

“And if they do find out somehow, then we’ll face it together. We’ll have nothing to hide, Rose. We’ll throw it in their faces and show them all what true, young love looks like.”

Rose’s eyes glazed over, her eyelids sinking. “Holy shit, that’s even hotter…” She moaned, breaking character. Violet smirked.

“I know, babe, I’m so fucking wet right now,” Violet said, also breaking character.

“Me too…” Rose replied. “I’m fucking soaked.” Violet chortled, her face turning downward for a moment. She cleared her throat and slipped back into character.

“If the feeling is mutual, then how about I show you some things I’ve learned myself, and we try some things that we need a ‘study buddy’ for?” Violet suggested in the sultriest tone she could muster. Rose melted, not just back into character, but into Violet’s leathery padded palm.

“Show me what I need to know, ‘study buddy.’” Rose said, her tone matching Violet’s verbatim.

“With pleasure…” Violet replied, leaning in and taking Rose’s lips by hers. They shut their eyes tight and let their sapphic instincts guide them. Violet quickly moved over Rose, rolling her onto her back and shoving their textbooks off the bed. She placed her right leg between Rose’s, her thigh hiking the cheetah’s plaid skirt up around her hips.

They broke their embrace for but a moment, eyes peeling open to gaze into the other’s before locking their muzzles together again. Violet’s hand explored under Rose’s dress shirt while the other held her above her lover. Rose’s hand stroked up Violet’s arms to her shoulders, ruffling the brown and grey fur as they went. She gripped her lover’s shoulders, then gripped them harder as Violet’s fingers wove their way through her belly fluff.

The cheetah puffed shuddering breaths through her nose over Violet’s face, her ticklish tummy overwhelmed by the sensation of Violet’s nails. She turned her head and uncoupled from the coyote. “Ah! Violet, please… I’m ticklish there.” Violet chortled.

“Gotcha, spots.” She removed her hand from under Rose’s shirt and began undoing the buttons, her nimble fingers able to work one-handed. “Can I call you that? Spots?”

“Yeah…” Rose breathed with much enthusiasm.

“Good…” Violet replied. “A cute girl like you deserves a cute nickname.” Rose giggled, feeling the sides of her dress shirt fall open around her sides, exposing her pink, frilly bra and the spotted, yellow cleavage beneath. The hand that undid her shirt swiftly traveled up to Rose’s breasts, taking the closest one in her tender grasp.

“Oh…” Rose cooed.

“Ever touched these before?” Violet asked. Rose giggled.

“Of course I have, silly. They’re on my chest all the time.”

Violet pulled her right leg in between Rose’s thighs, pushing her toned muscles against her crotch. Rose gasped, feeling Violet’s thigh pressing against her moist mound, grinding her partially damp panties against her needy sex.

“How about here?” Violet asked, her voice sly and confident, letting Rose know things were about to get serious. Rose was more than eager to get down to more ‘intimate’ things.

“Y-yes! B-but nothing like this.” Rose shuddered.

“Never humped your pillow before?”

“Well, yes, but… I-I’ve never had another girl’s leg doing it. O-or anyone’s for that m-matter.”

Violet grinned and rubbed her leg into Rose’s sex. Rose cooed and wrapped her arms around Violet’s back, her claws grazing her shirt. Violet winced and leaned down, placing her muzzle beside Rose’s ear. “Glad I could be your first, then,” she whispered. Rose rolled her hips in time with Violet’s leg. The coyote huffed a wispy chuckle into Rose’s ear. “You really like this, don’t you?” she murmured.

“Y-yeah…” Rose whimpered.

“Wanna try something else?” Violet grabbed Rose by the hip and pulled her further onto her leg.

“Wh-AH! W-what else?”

“You know what I said about that tongue of yours?” Violet asked. She pressed her own musky crotch against Rose’s leg and slowly humped along its length, stealing some of the pleasure for herself.

“Yeah, it’s rough, right? But in a good way?” She asked, pretending to lack any knowledge of the cunnilingus Violet was preluding to.

“Exactly,” Violet murmured. “And I know a good place you could put your tongue.” Rose gasped at an unexpected love bite from the coyote.

“W-where?” Rose whimpered. Violet chuckled through her nose.

“How about I turn around and show you? ”

Rose feigned bashfulness and uncertainty. “I…I dunno. This all seems so fast. I’ve never even thought to put my mouth on a girl’s… parts… What if I don’t like it? What if I don’t do it right?” Violet brought her face before Rose’s and gave her a brash look that told her everything would be alright.

“We can always stop if you’re not into it. That’s why it’s called ‘experimenting.’ Besides, I think you’ll do great, sweetie. I’ll be down at your end, too. So all you have to do is feel my flat, long canine tongue against your…parts…and do the same to mine with that beautiful, textured tongue of yours. It’ll be easy, trust me.”

Rose looked up into Violet’s warm, reassuring eyes and smiled back at her. “Okay, I trust you,” she replied. The two stayed there a moment, savoring their connection, reliving the feelings they shared that first time in Violet’s basement suite years ago. Violet turned her head down and looked over their bodies, clad in matching uniforms, disheveled from the tussle of young, ‘inexperienced’ love.

“Okay… Here we go.” Violet sighed. She picked herself off Rose and turned around, hobbling over the cheetah. Rose purred, watching her ‘first love’ get into position. Violet’s skirt draped over Rose’s face, and she pulled it out of the way, getting an eyeful of Violet’s damp, white panties. She felt her skirt being drawn up to her hips by Violet’s hand.

“Oh, my. Someone’s in the mood for this. You’re already so wet.” Rose was confident her pink cotton unmentionables had absorbed much of her excess arousal, hence Violet’s comment. The coyote slipped her thumbnail under the fabric, giving it a faint, upward tug. “May I?” She asked, facilitating Rose’s false concerns of ‘going too fast.’

“Y-yeah… Go ahead…” Rose breathed. She felt the crotch of her panties peel off her pussy lips before being pulled to the side. Rose’s dainty hands crept gingerly up Violet’s thighs, one of them pulling her skirt up and the other gilding over the coyote’s ass. She dragged her thumb over the damp spot on Violet’s crotch, letting the subtle moisture lubricate the leathery pad of her digit. The coyote leaned into her thumb a little.

“That feels nice when someone else does it,” Violet murmured. She cleared her throat and confessed something to her fake study partner. “If I’m being honest, I’ve never done this before. You’re my first, too.”

“I am?” Rose asked, going along with it.

“Yep,” Violet replied. Her breath broke against Rose’s needy sex like a warm summer breeze. She bit down on her lower lip. It was only making her wetter. “Our school isn’t the most…’rainbow-friendly’ if you haven’t noticed.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty lame.” Rose agreed. At least we get to wear these outfits.” Violet giggled at her point.

“Very true. It looks particularly great on you, especially from where I’m sitting.”

Rose swooned. Her claw extended from her thumb and snagged the hem of Violet’s undergarment. Carefully, she pulled it away from Violet’s glistening pussy and tucked it into the crook between her leg and mound. Her scent was present before, but with the cotton barrier removed, it hit her nose full-on. The familiar musky scent brought her body to life. It made her fur bristle and her tail sway and twitch with restless desire.

The warm, slippery presence of Violet’s tongue made itself known between the cleft of Rose’s sex, squeezing a steamy breath from Rose’s snout. It broke on Violet’s shimmering pussy lips, revealing her approval to her lover without a single word.

“Like that?” Violet asked.

“Y-yes… Yes, that…felt really good…” Rose said, her voice quivering. It was a wonder she was so nervous and excited. They’d eaten each other out more times than they could remember, but this time felt as novel as the first.

“You taste good, hun. Feel free to taste me. If you want to, of course. I’m good either way.”

Violet dug her tongue into the cheetah’s folds again, provoking a sultry coo from the girl attached. Rose gazed up at the set of musty lips hovering above her face. She figured it was time to take her ‘first taste’ of a girl. To ‘experiment.’

Rose’s muzzle opened, her tongue emerging from her maw. The cheetah craned her neck upward and planted her rough, feline taster firmly on Violet’s waiting pussy. The familiar tangy flavor of her lover stung at her tastebuds for a moment, then softened. She tilted her head upward and licked the coyote’s crevasse from hood to hole.

Violet shuddered above. “Oh. Oh, yeah… That definitely feels good.” She paused to lap at Rose’s pussy once more. “How is it?” Rose let her head fall back onto the bed.

“It’s…alright. Tastes a little weird.”

“But not bad, right?”

“Yeah,” Rose replied a bit more optimistically.

“Well, I think yours tastes amazing, my dear. I want some more!”

Violet dug her muzzle back into Rose’s flower, lapping at the sweet nectar. Rose squealed and arched her back.

“F-fuck!” She chirped. Violet was always better at this than she was; the coyote just wanted it more. But Rose knew her tongue and its little barbs had more of an effect with less effort. She could keep up. And keep up, she would.

Rose went back at it, running her tongue up Violet’s folds, then back down again. She tickled her bean, scooped through her labia, and teased her opening. Violet moaned while she worked her tongue on Rose, and her hips rocked along with each of Rose’s rough strokes, clamoring for more. Their hands lovingly stroked up and down each other’s legs, Rose’s specifically tending to Violet’s thighs and, eventually, her ass, splaying the girl apart.

The two girls moaned and cooed, licking and lapping at each other like their pussies were sweet ice cream sundaes. Violet pressed her muzzle inside Rose’s folds and slipped her tongue inside her, tongue fucking her and opening wide, taking the whole of her nethers in her gaping maw. Rose pressed her tongue as firmly into Violet’s lips as possible, forcing the coyote to feel every little barb. Violet’s fur bristled with static sensation. Her tail flailed about like a tree in a hurricane. Rose’s tail curled around Violet’s neck, her fur puffing up its length and up her arched back beneath her.

They were close, very close. Close to the orgasmic high they both craved. The impending, all-encompassing wave began to crest. Both ladies reminisced about their first time together in Violet’s room while Violet’s roommate watched a movie just outside with her boyfriend. They never did this that night. They took turns giving each other love with their tongues, it being Rose’s first time doing anything like that with another female. The memory of being intimate for the first time, taking turns bringing each other to triumphant orgasm. Learning what the other liked best and what really pushed their buttons. It filled their minds and made their little roleplay something much more special.

Rose’s hunches tensed as she came, her legs arching up and her thighs squeezing Violet’s head. Violet arched her back and thrust herself against Rose’s tongue, bucking her hips as she came alongside her lover.

The two quivered over and under each other. Their muffled squeals and moans only added to the sensations, pushing their bodies further into euphoria. It was an experience neither had before, two girls discovering something vital about themselves at a crucial time in their lives rather than waiting until years after. However, would they still be together today if they had done this back in high school? Would they consider the incident a bit of experimenting and end their adventure into love early, considering it ‘just a juvenile fling?’

These thoughts flashed briefly in their minds, imaginings that flickered to and fro, with no time to grasp onto them. They were like they were in high school. Living in the moment.

Their tongues began to suffer fatigue—at least Rose’s did. Violet had a decent technique for mitigating such fatigue. But as Rose’s lapping strokes began to slow, so did hers. She figured it would be nice to come down from their high together. Plus, they had much to discuss—if they had the breath for it, at least.

Rose let her weary head drop to the bed. Violet pulled hers from between Rose’s thighs. They panted and heaved like they’d just run a marathon. Violet relaxed and turned, letting herself fall over onto the bedspread. They lay there, their ends opposite one another, huffing and puffing as they caught their breath. Finally, Rose was the first to speak.

“Ok… I like girls now.” She said, half-heartedly playing her role. Violet sighed, giggling.

“I’ve always liked girls.” The two’s heaving breaths gradually turned into laughter. They both pushed themselves up and rested back on their outstretched arms. They looked at the other, glowing in their post-orgasmic bliss, their snouts moist and matted at their ends with the other's juices.

“That was hot…” Violet stated.

“Yeah. Really hot.” Rose agreed.

“It was nice, too, like, experiencing an alternate reality. A better experience than I ever had back in high school.”

Rose nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah!” She paused to ponder what Violet had said before continuing. Her brow furrowed. “I’m sorry high school sucked for you.” Violet hand-waved Rose’s sentiment away.

“Ah, whatever. High school sucks for practically everyone anyways. Besides… I might have never met you had things been any different.”

“True.” Rose conceded. The two shared warm smiles until Violet gave Rose a wink. Rose giggled, and the two shuffled close enough to cuddle.

“So, you have the energy for one more scene?” Violet asked.

“Hell yeah,” Rose replied. “Let’s do the angel-devil one next!”

Violet hummed with approval. “Ok, my little angel. Let’s see if you can resist my devilish allure.”

Role-Play #2: Fallen Angel.

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Violet sat on the end of their bed, smoothing the leathery finger pads over the open-toed latex boots that wrapped her legs from foot to upper thigh. She wiggled her butt in place, her ears twitching to the squeaking of latex on the duvet.

The outfit wasn’t the most comfortable. Her drunken self must have thought the thigh-high boots, sleeveless, high-necked leotard, and full-armed gloves, all of which were latex, would be a good idea. Had she been sober, Violet probably would have gone with something satin or velvet. Anything would have felt better against her coarse canine fur.

She brushed her jet-black hair from her face and tugged at the leotard’s collar. It hugged her neck tight like a choker, allowing little room for her fingers to enter. She crossed her legs, the latex of her boots squeaking. Her hands rose to the top of her head, readjusting the plastic hairband that gave her cute little curved horns.

She looked at herself in the standing mirror across the room as she fiddled with her outfit. She had to admit, she looked good, not as good as Rose in her succubus dominatrix outfit, but good enough to feel confident in the role she’d be playing. The coyote stretched her arms out behind her and let her upper body rest on them. She watched the door to their closet, waiting patiently for her ‘angel’ to arrive.

As if on cue, the door slowly slid open into the wall, Rose’s spotted hand the first to emerge as it pulled the door aside. Then, the rest of the cheetah was revealed, like a painting at an art exhibit. And what a painting she was… Violet’s pulse accelerated at the sight of her.

Her white satin leotard fit her perfectly, the baby blue frill around the hems effortlessly accentuating her curves and bust. A baby blue garter belt held up the white thigh-high stockings she wore, the upper hem of each stocking adorned with a little white bow. Two fluffy angel wings swayed behind her, attached to her by the harness, hugging her chest and shoulders. She stood in the closet doorway, giving Violet a nervous little wave, her arms both sheathed palm to the upper arm in gloves that matched her stockings.

“How do I look?” Rose sheepishly asked. Violet grinned with rapt enthusiasm, her tail wagging behind her.

“You…look like an angel…” Violet replied, nibbling her lip. Rose chortled.

“Yeah, but do I look like a pretty angel?” She clarified.

“Hun, there are no ugly angels, and you’re the most beautiful of them all.”

Rose cooed, twisting her body back and forth while bashfully stroking a gloved arm with her other hand. Her wings thumped against the doorframe. “Thanks…”

“How do I look?” Violet asked.

“Very…hot,” Rose replied. “Get it? Because you’re the devil.”

“Clever,” Violet quipped. “Now. Shall we begin?” she asked, raising her arms to the side.

“How do you wanna start?” Rose asked. Violet grinned mischievously and clicked her tongue.

“I’ll start; you just play along like the innocent angel you are…”

Rose giggled. “Ok…” She replied, smiling nervously.

Violet cleared her throat and paused, getting into character. Time to be devilish…

“Well, hello there, my dear.” Violet began, trying to mimic the vocal tones and mannerisms of a sexy, powerful villainess. “It’s not often we get an angel of the heavens down here in hell, least of all in my lair.” She leered at the cheetah like Rose was nothing but a tasty morsel.

“I…uh…” Rose searched for a proper response—something semi-believable, at least. “I seem to have gotten lost. I should be on…the earthly plane. Yeah… Helping……a cute girl…uh…find her soulmate. I’m not sure how I ended up here.” Violet chortled at Rose’s adorable attempts and rolled with it.

“Must have made a wrong turn at Albuquerque.” Violet teased. Her voice took a wicked twist. “Sucks to be that girl. I don’t think you’ll be leaving here any time soon. Every angel that ends up here never really leaves in the end. Not because I keep them here against their will, but because they beg me to stay…”

Rose nibbled on her lower lip. She had a good idea of how Violet wanted this to play out now, and it was already getting her hot and bothered.

“I can’t stay here. I won’t!” Rose said, feigning objection. “I need to find that girl and-“ Violet cut her off.

“No? You wouldn’t rather stay and be my guest here in hell. It’s not as bad as I’m sure your ‘lords in heaven’ have been telling you.” Rose gazed around and thought of an answer.

“I was warned about you. You…you’re the devil, the queen of hell. I won’t fall for your tricks.” Rose crossed her arms under her breasts, purposefully pushing them up.

Violet licked her chops and emitted a sensual growl. “No tricks here, my sweet. Like I said, every angel who crossed me found I was the most wonderful thing ever to happen to them. They joined me here in hell, gladly serving me as succubi.”

Rose blushed beneath her fur. She couldn’t believe she was getting sucked into Violet’s little act. It grew on her, and she yearned to see where things would lead.

“Then they were weak,” Rose said sternly. “I’m a proud denizen of heaven, and I won’t be swayed nor corrupted by the likes of you!”

Violet let out a wicked chuckle. “That’s what they all say…” She murmured. Rose pouted and scoffed at her ‘adversary,’ turning her head from the devil coyote. Violet crooned. “Well, if you’re so proud and pure, perhaps we should make a little wager?” Rose side-eyed Violet while maintaining her pose. “Should be easy enough for a strong angel like you to come out on top.”

“As if…” She glowered. “I know better than to strike deals with the archdevil of the underworld.”

Violet was impressed with Rose’s performance. She was playing her part expertly, making the latter part of their scene all the better. Pride before the fall. And what a fall it would be. The thought of bringing down such a stick-in-the-mud, prim and proper angel made her moist between her legs.

“You haven’t even heard my offer, my dear. You should at least hear me out.”

Rose sighed, falsely exasperated with the whole affair. “Go ahead, demon, waste your breath,” she said haughtily. Violet continued.

“You want a way out of the hells to see this ‘cute girl’ whose fate you wish to manipulate. I see a ‘cute girl’ right before me, and I love kissing ‘cute girls.’ Why don’t we do each other a favor? You give me a kiss, and I snap my fingers, sending you straight to the earthly plane. How does that sound?” She watched Rose’s ears perk and her demeanor soften. She knew she had her then. The curiosity, the temptation. Already, forbidden thoughts stirred in her angelic psyche.

Rose turned toward Violet, her arms falling to her sides. “I guess…one little kiss couldn’t hurt.” She stepped toward her ‘adversary,’ catching herself, then frowned at the devilish coyote. “You promise you’ll send me up to earth?”

A sickly-sweet smile spread across Violet’s muzzle. “Of course, my dear. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.” She marked an ‘X’ over her chest with a finger.

“Ok…” Rose said sheepishly, cautiously approaching the leering demon. “One kiss…” she murmured, nearing a whisper. She stopped before Violet, who rose from the bed to meet her. Rose leaned forward and closed her eyes, puckering her lips in wait for Violet. Violet looked down at the cheetah disapprovingly. If this ‘angel’ thought she could get away with a simple peck on the lips, she was sorely mistaken.

Violet wrapped her arm around the cheetah and pulled her close. Rose’s eyes snapped open, and she emitted a startled chirp. Violet’s fingers guided her muzzle upwards to the coyote’s mouth, and then Violet’s lips were on hers. Violet kissed her, putting her lips to work. Rose melted in her arms. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she kissed her ‘adversary’ back, placing her hands on the demon’s hips and gripping them when Violet’s tongue played with hers.

The two shared their amorous embrace for longer than they realized, letting their hands tenderly explore the curves of each other’s bodies and the fluffy pelts wrapping them. Eventually, Violet pulled her face off Rose’s, and their eyes slowly peeled open. Violet relinquished her hands and stepped back from the blushing cheetah. Rose crossed her arms and pulled her shoulders up, revealing the bashfulness that had taken hold of her.

She belonged to Violet now. The little ‘angel’ just didn’t know it yet…

“See, that wasn’t so bad.” Violet crooned. “Now I can send you up to the earthly plane…unless…” Violet paused, watching Rose undress her with her eyes. “You’d like to kiss again…”

Rose’s face was flush with red. Even under her fur, Violet picked up subtle touches of pink. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she asked, her mischievous grin returning. Rose looked away and gave her a few sheepish nods.

“Maybe…one more kiss couldn’t hurt.” She peeped. Violet snickered.

“Then come here, girl. Join your lips with mine…”

Rose was instantly there, pressing her body against Violet’s, then her muzzle. The two connected again, Rose placing her hands on Violet’s shoulders and Violet placing hers on Rose’s rear. Rose’s tail twitched, the end wiggling with subconscious arousal. The two made soft coos into each other’s mouths, their tongues intertwining, brushing over the other’s fangs. Violet gave Rose’s butt a firm squeeze, squeezing a muffled chirp from the feline ‘angel.’

Violet broke their embrace and gazed into Rose’s eyes as they flickered open. “I must say, you’re an excellent kisser. It’s almost like you want this.”

She pushed her leg forward between the cheetah’s legs, into the crook of her smooth crotch, pulling her in. Rose gasped, the sudden sensation of Violet’s thigh against her sopping sex sending a tingling thrill throughout her pelvic region. There was but a thin layer of satin dividing Violet’s latex-wrapped leg and her needy pussy. Rose ground herself against her devilish lover.

“I-…” Rose began to say, huffing into Violet’s ear as the coyote craned her head inward, kissing Rose’s neck. “I… do want this…” She breathed. Violet stopped what she was doing to mutter two words into Rose’s round ear that made the cheetah’s fur stand on end.

“Good girl…”

Violet returned to Rose’s neck with kisses and love bites, lavishing it. Rose sang a choir of moans and croons into Violet’s ear, stroking herself off on the ‘devil’s’ leg. “Fuck…” She groaned.

“Such a dirty word for an angel,” Violet teased with a cruel yet sensual tone. “I can tell you want this so badly. I can almost feel the moisture of your need through my leather boots.”

“Fuuuuuck…” Rose groaned again.

“So much teasing, so many ways I can lead you where you want to be. I can keep you there, always just out of arms reach.”

“Please…” Rose whimpered.

“I can give you the sweet release you crave, young angel. But There’s something I want from you.”

“Wh-what is it? Tell me, please!” Rose begged, her unrestrained neediness cracking her voice. Violet withdrew her leg from between Rose’s. Her left hand abandoned the cheetah’s rear, slipping over Rose’s hip before priming itself for what she was about to do.

“I want this!” Violet hissed. Her hand lunged forward, grasping Rose’s mound through her leotard, pressing her thumb into the spot where the cheetah’s clitoris should be. Rose cried out in gratifying awe. She arched her back against her lover, pressing her body tight against Violet’s. Her fingers gripped the Coyote’s shoulders like she might fall off the edge of the earth.

“Ah! Oh, god!” She moaned.

“There’s no god here, my sweet little angel. Only me.” Violet paused to chuckle. “In fact, I think you should start calling me…mistress, as you’ll soon be mine.”

“N-no… I-I can’t,” Rose whimpered, playing up a pathetic attempt at defiance. The sensation of Violet’s fingers digging into her sex faltered her speech. It filled Violet with the utmost sense of control. She pressed her fingers into Rose’s needy fuck hole even harder, the leotard preventing her entry. Rose’s arousal saturated the fabric and greased the coyote’s fingers.

“You will be, soon enough, my toy.”

Violet withdrew from the cheetah, leaving Rose feeling cold and dejected. Still, those feelings only lasted a moment or two, replaced by the short-lived sensation of weightlessness as Violet moved to one side and shoved the cheetah onto their bed. Rose chirped and bounced off the mattress, laying on her wings, legs partially splayed, displaying the dampness of the fabric between them. Violet looked over the ‘angel’ with a predatory leer. Her ‘angel.’ The cheetah quivered helplessly, looking back up at Violet like a helpless mouse, cornered and about to be devoured by a cat.

The squeaking of latex prickled their ears as Violet crawled onto the bed, crawling over her angelic prey. She positioned one leg between Rose’s but left a gap for her hand. “You’ll give yourself to me, little angel. Just like all the rest. You’re no different.”

Rose had no time to respond or react. She gasped as Violet yanked her leotard to the side and slipped her fingers into Rose’s soaked folds. The back of her head pressed against the duvet, tussling her yellow head fur. Violet’s middle finger dipped lower, teasing the girl’s tender hole.

“Nyaaa! Please! No more teasing! I can’t take it anymore!” Rose cried out in pleading pleasure. Violet replied in the most sour, wicked tone she could muster.

“No! Not until you give yourself up to me.” She let her finger slip inside the cheetah’s love tunnel, just enough to give Rose a taste of things to come. Her thumb brushed feathery strokes across her angel’s clit, eliciting reluctant chirps from the girl.

“N-no! I-I c-can’t!” Rose struggled to yelp out. “I-I’m lo-loyal to th-the hea-vens!”

Violet barked a cruel *Hah!* in response. “Loyalty?! Look what you’re doing! You’re bedding with the devil herself! Letting the queen of hell finger fuck you after sharing the most sultry of kisses. You’re nothing to them now! You might as well give yourself to me! You’ll enjoy being one of my succubi. Endless pleasure beyond your wildest, darkest fantasies.”

Rose was leagues beyond worked up now. With all of Violet’s dirty talk, paired with the canine’s dexterous fingers, she was practically gushing. She decided she’d had enough of her lover’s teasing. She wanted to cum. It was time to fully submit. The idea of giving her ‘pure,’ ‘righteous’ self up to become a plaything for a demon combined with a good couple of fingers deep inside her would get her there quickly, this she knew. Enough playing the angel. It was time to become a demon.

“I…I give myself to you, Devil!” Rose cried.

“You do?!” Violet shouted back.

“Yes! Yes, I’m yours! I belong to you and the hells! Just, please…finish me off! Turn me into one of your dirty little minions!” Her ragged voice ricocheted off the bedroom walls.

“As you wish, little toy.” Violet mocked triumphantly. “Never forget… The Devil always gets what she wants.”

With that, Violet pushed her finger into the girl, quickly joined by her index finger. Rose wailed and squealed with delight, her tail coiling around Violet’s leg. Violet’s thumb bore down on the cheetah’s little bean, increasing the volume of Rose’s vocalizations.

“Oh, shit! Yes, my queen! You always get what you want! Corrupt me! Turn me into your little slut!” Rose’s breath heaved between her moans and screams. Her legs bowed upward, and Violet lowered her hips onto Rose’s extended knee, stroking her latex-encased mound on her thrashing lover.

Rose gripped the bedsheets, her extended claws hooking into the material. Her moans jumped in pitch, and Violet could tell she was close to climaxing. The coyote slyly held back, keeping her thumb off Rose’s bean and leaving her fingertips lingering just inside the girl’s passage.

“Wha-… No… Please, mistress…” Rose panted.

“No cumming until I’ve had my fill, dear.”

Rose bucked her hips upward, desperately trying to fuck herself with Violet’s fingers, but to no avail. Violet, on the other hand, humped the Cheetah’s leg with impunity.

“That’s a good girl… let your queen take all the pleasure she wants. Then you’ll get what you crave.”

It was torture for Rose to be so close yet be pulled back so far. Her body screamed for release and ached for relief. She needed to get Violet there as fast as possible. Her hands lifted off the duvet, landing on Violet’s latex-encased breasts. Her fingers kneaded the soft tissue beneath the shiny red material, and Violet crooned with approval.

“Yes… such a good little minion you’ll be. So eager to please me.” She moaned. Her motions over the cheetah’s leg were getting aggressive. Rose’s stockings were being shimmed down her thigh by Violet’s crotch, pulling the garter belt with it and bunching up above her knee. The spotted yellow fur revealed was as rustled as her head fur.

Violet arched her back, pressing her clit against Rose’s knee with each upward hump. Her tail flapped back and forth behind her. She was close…really close. She felt her orgasm coming on like the gales before a storm.

Violet gritted her teeth and growled, her climax only a few strokes away. “Yessss.” She hissed through clenched teeth. Just one more, just one…more! Violet pushed a ragged moan through her clenched jaw. Her body tensed, and her legs quivered as the tides of orgasmic bliss washed her away. Euphoria filled her being, each hump on Rose’s leg sending a blissful jolt through her pelvis and through the rest of her body. She sucked in a breath and let it out as a tattered cry. “Oh, fuuuuuuuck!”

Her fingers slipped inside Rose once more, wriggling and thrashing about before hooking upward into Rose’s sweetest spot. Rose moaned and wailed. Even more so when Violet’s thumb massaged perfect circles into her clit.

The cheetah came hard and fast, teased to no end, and finally allowed the sweet release she craved. Her back arched like a recurve bow; teeth clenched like a vice, fingers kneading Violet’s tits like pizza dough. Her pussy clutched at Violet’s fingers, practically sucking them. She lost control of herself, and Violet’s hand was swiftly drenched in the musky fluid of Rose’s squirt. She cried filthy phrases she knew they both wanted to hear.

“Holy shit! Take me, my queen. Fill me with your corrupting influence. Make me a creature of seduction!”

It was music to Violet’s ears.

After some time, the two’s climaxes came to an overstimulated close, and their writhing, quivering bodies relaxed. The humping of Violet on Rose’s leg slowed, and her fingers relented, slipping free of Rose’s well-pet pussy. She straightened up and brought her dripping paw to her thirsty maw, sampling her new ‘prize’ by sucking the musky juice from one of her fingers.

“Now you’re all mine, girl.” She said. She extended her hand to Rose’s face, and Rose went to work cleaning her ‘queen’s’ fingers. Violet only kept up the act for a bit longer before she let herself fall to the bedspread next to her exhausted lover.

“God, that was fucking hot, babe.” Rose huffed, chest still heaving.

“Fuck yeah, it was,” Violet replied, pulling her hand away from the cheetah to finish the rest of the job herself. She side-eyed the cheetah as she cleaned her fingers. “Thanks for doing this, Rose.”

Rose chuckled. “Thanks for sharing this with me. I would have never thought of something like this.” She let out a long sigh. “It was hot as fuck.” She turned on her side to face Violet.

“No prob,” Violet replied, getting her tongue between her matted digits. A sly smile crept over Rose’s face as she watched.

“Ya know, we could work this into our BDSM stuff. Maybe now that I’m a succubus, I could wear my fetish gear and ‘corrupt’ that cute girl I mentioned at the beginning. That cute girl being you, of course.” Violet’s ears perked, and she stopped licking her hand to shoot her own sly smirk back at Rose.

“Yeah… I like your thinking, spots. That would be terrific. A little turning of the tables?”

Rose nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! And, maybe next time we put these on, I could be an angel sent to punish you for your evil deeds.”

Violet’s sly smirk widened into a wicked smile.

“Ooooo. That would be a fucking fantastic idea.” She wholeheartedly agreed. Rose trailed her finger across the sheets between them.

“And who knows? Maybe you just happen to turn your punishment back on me, and I end up on the receiving end?”

Violet laughed.

“Damn, spots. You are one devious, horny little cheetah.”

Rose nestled against her coyote, draping an arm over Violet’s waist. Violet finished cleaning her hand and wrapped her arm around Rose, pulling her closer.

“Horny, kinky, devious. There’s a lot going on under my soft, cute exterior, Violet.” Violet hummed her agreement.

“I’m beginning to see that, babe.” She patted Rose on the back. Now, why don’t you get your cute little posterior out of this outfit, and I’ll do the same? We have work tomorrow, and there’s no way ‘in hell’ I’m sleeping in this.”

Rose giggled at her play on words. “Sounds like a plan.” She said.

“Wanna do the other two costumes tomorrow night?” Violet asked as Rose got up. She followed suit, pushing her tired body off the mattress.

“Fuck yeah I do,” Rose replied without a second thought.

“Awesome.” Violet snapped back, giving Rose a playful swat on her rear as she crawled across the bed. Rose let out a playful chirp in response. She dangled her legs over the side of the bed and looked back at Violet with her own devilish expression.

“Just you wait until tomorrow night, babe. I’m gonna ride you into the ground…”

Violet returned the expression. “I hope you do…”

Role-Play #3: Giddy Up.

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Rose emerged from the walk-in closet, dressed to the nines in her equestrian outfit they’d drunkenly purchased two nights before.

Her khaki pants clung tight to her legs, leaving nothing of her shape to the imagination. Her white sweater did the same, accentuating her modest bust, displaying their every curve through the opening of her black jacket.

The black knee-high boots rising up her legs commanded respect, not to mention Rose’s riding crop, lightly held in one hand. The folded leather end rested against her lower leg. Violet knew this ‘instrument’ all too well. Rose had beaten her ass senseless with it two weeks ago. One look at the thing made Violet’s heart flutter with fear and her rear end tingle with…excitement.

“Wow…” Violet marveled, admiring Rose’s outfit. The coyote was quite the opposite of Rose. Rather than putting on a costume, she got into the role of a riding horse by wearing no clothes at all.

“It looks good, yeah?” Rose queried. She hung her crop by her wrist to tighten her helmet strap another notch.

“It looks fucking amazing, more like!” Violet exclaimed. She brought her voice down and added a sultry purr to her tone. “I’d have you wear this all the time if I could. But I’d be tearing it off of you just as much.”

“Well, I’m afraid you won’t be taking anything off me this time, my faithful steed,” Rose said, clutching her crop again. She beat the side of her boot with it, the sudden noise flattening Violet’s ears. “As a matter of fact, I have something for you that I picked up today while we were downtown after work.” Violet’s ears perked up again, and her tail began flapping back and forth behind her.

“Oooooh, a surprise?! For me?!” she asked, eager to discover what Rose’s diabolical mind had concocted this time.

“Of course, of course, my sweet little horsey,” Rose replied, giggling. She turned and reached into the closet behind her, pulling a white paper bag from around the corner of the door. She held the bag in one hand and pulled out an item that made Violet blush the moment it emerged from its packaging.

It was a leather muzzle, like the kind placed on incredibly violent criminals once caught. This one lacked most of the straps she’d expect from one of those. One strap went horizontally, meant to wrap around her head; the other two were stitched to the first, wrapping vertically. These were clearly meant to go around her snout. The best part, at least in Rose and Violet’s dirty minds, was the red ball gag attached to the narrower end.

Violet's tail thumped enthusiastically against the bedsheets. Rose looked up at the animated coyote with a pleased smirk. She displayed the kinky bridle flat in her palm for Violet, its reins dangling from steel rings. Violet’s eyes tracked the swaying leather back and forth like she was a hypnotist’s participant watching a pocket watch.

“Pretty neat, huh?” Rose boasted. Violet bit her lower lip and nodded, her hands firmly nestled in her lap.

“Mhmm.” She hummed. She couldn’t wait to have it strapped around her face with Rose leading her around. Rose let her hand rest by her side, hanging the bridle by her fingers. She turned in place, shifting her weight from one hip to the next as she did a complete turn. Violet stared at her, trying not to drool like the horny hound she was, at least from her mouth. Rose’s pants were the best part.

Rose’s quick show ended with a sharp slap of her crop to her calve. Violet flinched, then tensed up with anticipation. She nibbled her lip again, sitting at attention.

“Ready for a ride, girl?” Rose asked, flashing Violet a mischievous grin.

“Yes, ma’am!” Violet eagerly replied. Rose hummed in momentary thought, tapping her chin with the crop’s end.

“Ma’am…” Rose said in passing. “I like that. You call me ma’am while you’re my little mare. Got it?” Violet knew she had no say in the matter. And that was just the way she liked it in these scenarios.

“Yes, ma’am.” Violet obeyed.

“Good girl…”

Rose approached Violet, and the coyote readily turned her head up. She closed her eyes and let her maw gape, awaiting her bridle. Rose crooned to her to-be mount. “Such a good, obedient steed you are, Violet. So well trained.” She paused and chortled. “I guess you just have a good trainer.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Violet said, very matter-of-factly. Rose didn’t reply. She let her crop dangle, took the bridle in her hands, and brought it to Violet’s face. Carefully, Rose slipped the leather straps around Violet, pulling the leather harness until the red plastic ball was snug between the coyote’s chops. Rose felt her lover’s breaths hasten, flowing over her arms from her nose.

“Already getting off on this, eh?” Rose teased. She was delighted that Violet had recently decided to embrace her submissive side. Rose only recently discovered how much fun taking control of her mutt was.

Rose’s fingers got busy buckling the straps together, ensuring they were barely loose enough to keep Violet comfortable. She’d need the comfort for what came next.

Rose stood back and admired her ‘mare.’ Violet opened her eyes, immediately crossing them to look down her snout at the bridle now restraining her face. She couldn’t open her mouth any further now, nor could she close it, not with the rubber ball wedged between her teeth.

She attempted to speak a few muffled words but stopped when speaking was confirmed futile. Rose stroked her riding crop in her hands.

“Now, I know your ability to say ‘pancake’ is a little difficult right now, so we should set some ground rules for safety. If, at any time, you want to stop, just repeatedly tap my body somewhere I’m most likely to feel it. Hands, arms, face, tits, pussy, whatever you can reach. And if you can’t reach me, slap the carpet a bunch of times like you’re tapping out. Okay?”

Violet nodded.

“Good girl.” Rose Crooned, scratching under Violet’s chin. Violet made a muffled moan. Rose backed away and pointed her riding crop to the floor before the bed. “Okay, girl. Get down on all fours for me. It’s time for a ride.” Violet nodded and slid off the bed, crawling on hands and knees to Rose’s boots. “Turn,” Rose ordered. Violet pivoted ninety degrees, presenting her toned back to the cheetah. “Very good.” Rose crooned.

The cheetah threw a booted leg over her partner and straddled her between her legs. Slowly, she lowered herself onto Violet, resting her bottom on the small of her back. Violet grunted in response to the added weight. She had always been fit enough to carry the cheetah in her arms, but she’d never had Rose sit on her back before. It was a whole new, degrading experience for her. Rose, straggly enough, felt heavier this way despite her more petite build and frame. Violet always seemed much stronger when she was carrying her in her arms.

Violet liked this…a lot. It was but another unique way the cheetah could exert herself over her. It put her in her place so well, and she felt her lady parts moisten as she strained to hold the cheetah up.

Rose gripped the reins of Violet’s bridle in one hand and yanked it. The coyote made a muffled yip but otherwise maintained her composure. Next, Rose raised the crop with her other hand. “Giddy up!” She cried, swatting Violet’s rear. Violet yipped again and began crawling forward, hand over hand, leg over leg. She headed for the open bedroom door. Rose’s feet dragged on the ground beside her.

“That’a girl!” Rose cheered, firmly grasping Violet’s reins. For Violet, the whole act was demeaning, to say the least. Her back and limbs burned, but that’s how she liked it. She enjoyed being Rose’s little pony. Rose swatted Violet’s naked rear again, eliciting another yelp from the girl. This yelp trailed off into a moan, and Rose knew she was striking the right nerves.

“Into the kitchen, girl! We’re going on an adventure!” Rose squeezed Violet’s ribs with her thighs, and the coyote did her best to speed things up. Easier said than done. This was the first time Violet ever had anyone ride her, at least in the literal sense. She had to say, it was hard on her knees.

“I really need to invest in some knee pads if I’m going to do this again,” Violet thought. Considering how much time she had already spent on her knees in front of Rose, she was surprised she didn’t own a pair already.

Eventually, her hands and knees met the cold linoleum floor of the kitchen. Violet grunted under the strain. “Now to the living room!” Rose commanded, her voice taking a more sadistic turn. She whipped Violet’s rear three times over. Violet cried out for each, but the ball gag in her mouth nullified them almost completely. They sounded like muffled growls. Rose leaned down close to her steed’s flattened ears.

“Make it snappy, or I’ll do the other cheek, girl.”

Violet groaned and crawled in a tight circle to turn herself around. She then made her way to the living room. She tried her hardest; she really did, but once she and Rose were there, Rose made it more than clear that she’d failed the expectations set out for her. “Not good enough! Faster! Back to the kitchen!”

The swats of Rose’s riding crop came down fast and hard, stinging the coyote’s ass. Violet groaned in agony, tears welling in her eyes. Everything was so painful, so tiring, so humiliating. She felt her body rebelling against her actions, her muscles fatiguing under Rose’s added weight.

God, she loved this…

“Faster! Faster!” Rose bellowed. The blows kept on coming, eliciting a lustful moan from the coyote. Rose let slip a maniacal chuckle. “Oh! Is my steed liking her little ride?!” She bent down close to Violet’s ears. “You like being ridden? Huh? You like being taken out on the range with a firm rider to guide you?” Violet nodded, blinking tears from her eyes.

“Good, 'cause I’ve got a ride for you, hun.” She pulled Violet’s reins extra hard, yanking more tears from her. “Return me to the bedroom, girl!” She pointed to the open door with the crop, their bed waiting for them beyond. “It’s time to properly break you in!”

She struck Violet’s rear several times, the girl’s moans lavishing her ears. She loved it when Violet let her just do whatever she wanted. She could really take their sex life to a place that allowed herself some creative freedom. It helped her feel powerful, in control, and unrestrained. Why’d she wait so long to embrace her dominant side?

Violet carried them through the bedroom door. “To the bed, girl,” Rose growled. Violet obeyed. She got to the foot of the bed and stopped, waiting for the cheetah to get off her. A wicked giggle came from above her. “Oh, no. You’re going to take me up there, girl. Now get to it!” Rose swatted Violet’s rear as a cruel incentive, and Violet let out an anguished moan.

“You can do this, Violet. It’s just like climbing a wall at the bouldering gym.” Violet thought, hyping herself for the arduous task she was about to execute.

Carefully, Violet placed a quivering hand on the edge of the bed, then the other. Violet pulled herself up with all the strength she could muster, pushing with her legs. Halfway up, the task became significantly easier, although this was because Rose lost her balance and tumbled to the floor below. The cheetah chirped in shock, releasing her grip on Violet’s reins. There was a thump, and Violet quickly turned to see her partner sprawled out on the floor.

Violet gazed down at her with a guilty face. Not because she was concerned for Rose, but rather, she was concerned for herself, specifically how Rose would retaliate to being ‘thrown off.’ Still, whatever came next would all be worth seeing Rose splayed out in her equestrian outfit.

God, she looked so fucking good in that costume.

Rose Pushed her helmet out of her face, turned her head up, and glared at Violet, whose visage darkened in terror. She growled at the cowering coyote. “How dare you throw me off you, you ungrateful mare.” Violet tried to apologize, but with the ball gag, all that passed her maw were muffled grunts. Rose stood up and beat her riding crop against her open palm. “You’re gonna get it now.” She whipped the rigid instrument downward, slapping it against her boot. “Turn around.” She demanded.

At this point, Violet genuinely got scared, and not in the good, ‘exhilarating’ way. Instead of obeying, she backed away from her rider toward the headboard. She shook her head, pleading to Rose for mercy. Rose snarled at her. “You just made a big mistake, girl.” She murmured.

Rose lept onto the bed, her knees carrying her closer to her disobedient steed. “C’mere! Violet!” Violet tried to get away, but Rose was too swift, her lithe feline body quickly taking her to her prey. She grabbed Violet’s tail and pulled it, keeping her mount firmly in place. Violet yipped and struggled to get away, but Rose would have none of it. She struck her partner’s rear over and over. Whenever the crop connected with its sharp *smack!* Violet gave a painful yip or yowl from her obsructed maw.

Violet’s hind paw struck out at Rose, and the cheetah lost her grip, giving Violet an inch to slip away. She scampered for the bed’s edge, seeing escape. Her mind was racing. What would she do if she got away? Would she hide upstairs? Wait… Why was she even trying to get away in the first place? She could just tap out at any time.

It was the fear, the fear of being captured. She liked this prey feeling. It was exhilarating, and while it didn’t precisely fit the equestrian theme, it was a fun turn of events.

She grasped the edge of the bed, ready to leap from it and run on all fours out of the room. That’s when she felt a clawed hand wrap around her ankle. Her hopes of escape were dashed in one moment as one single motion of Rose’s arm yanked Violet toward her. Violet clawed at the duvet, anxious to get away, but whatever dominant energy Rose had mustered at that moment overpowered her. The cheetah’s hands grasped Violet’s leg, then her thigh, ever reaching her prey.

“If you won’t behave…” Rose growled, wrestling with her naked, bridle-bound girlfriend, “Then I’m gonna have to break you!”

With one final lurch, Rose pulled Violet into herself, their legs interlocking, their hips abutting together at the crotch. “Time for a new kind of ‘ride,’ girl,” Rose growled, flashing a toothy grin at the canine. Of course, not much was ‘new’ about what she was trying to do, not for them. Rose and Violet couldn’t count on all of their digits combined how many times they’d scissored. But this was the first time Rose had taken charge of it. She was rough and assertive. Violet had always been a little more delicate about it, for Rose’s sake. This was an exciting twist for both of them.

“Yeah! Giddy up, Violet!” Rose bellowed, grinding her crotch into that of her steed. Rose at least had the protective layer of her khaki pants covering her lady parts. Violet had nothing, and the tender flesh of her folds kneaded into the stretchy fabric without mercy. She turned her head away and shut her eyes tight, groaning into her ball gag. “That’s it, girl! Gimme everything you got! I can take you!”

Violet wasn’t putting up much of a fight. She twisted her body, grasping at the bedsheets to hang on tight, grunting with every one of Rose’s aggressive bucks into her hips. Soon, Rose’s pants were stained through with Violet’s arousal, and it wouldn’t be long before Rose’s own feminine secretions joined the coyote’s.

Violet peered at Rose with weary eyes. The Cheetah looked back at her with a punitive glare, showing off the gritting teeth beneath her snarling jowls. The dominant, nearly feral part of Rose had taken over now, determined to assert her dominance as Violet’s rider and owner. She was lost to her role now, and Violet would be forced to ‘ride’ it out. There was nothing else she could do but lay back and roll with it.

Their eyes locked on one another’s, Violet’s defeated squint and Rose’s domineering glare. Violet found it a little humorous how she was meant to be the animal in this situation, yet Rose was the one acting as such. And what a ravenous animal she was, taking exactly what she wanted of Violet, breaking her in like a stud would a mare.

Violet moaned steadily behind the rubber barrier nestled in her mouth. Rose’s snarl turned into a wicked smile. She snickered at her steed. “So easy to break. What ever made you believe you could defy your rider?” Heavy breaths blustered between her words, a sign that she was either getting tired or close to cumming. Knowing Rose, there was a chance it was both. She was going at it pretty hard. Violet herself felt the wave of climax approaching fast. Each of Rose’s thrusts into her pelvis pushed a pleasureful burst throughout her lower body.

Drool hung from the coyote’s maw. Being unable to close one’s mouth made things a little messy. Sensual, excited breaths puffed from her nose, their quickening repetition signaling to Rose that she was nearly ‘broken.’ “God, you’re too easy, Violet. I know exactly how to get to you. Such a needy little mare you are.” Rose continued her assault on Violet, getting onto her knees and humping downward into her. Violet moaned and gripped the bedsheets. Her eyes rolled upwards as her eyelids sunk, twitching. She was just along for the ride now; she had been since their scene began.

Rose reached down and wrapped the coyote’s jet-black hair in her fist, pulling on Violet like she was pulling the reins of her bridle. Violet twisted like a pretzel stick. Her hips were sideways, her chest was flat against the duvet, and her hair pulled her head backward. All the pain, all the pleasure, all of Rose’s domination, and all her submission to the feline. It was so much to take at once. Violet began to enter a euphoric trance.

“Fuck I’m close…” Rose huffed. Violet just moaned; it was all she could do. A ragged and muffled cry passed her ball gag. Her legs quivered. Her fingers and toes curled and clenched as she came…

Rose wasn’t far behind her. The crotch of her khaki pants was completely soiled by their feminine emissions. The humping, the rubbing. Fuck it felt good to be on top. She wondered if she could don this mantle more often. Perhaps the two were taking on more switchy roles? The two both basked in their newly explored positions. Whether Rose was playing an equestrian or a succubus, the top role felt perfectly natural to her, and Violet slipped into submissiveness with such ease.

The cheetah clamped her eyes shut and thrust into her orgasm, gritting her teeth and soaking her pants. She rode the heavenly wave like she rode her girlfriend, every swooping hump taking her further along. Everything felt so good. That was until her leg cramped up, sending her toppling over.

“Ah…fuck me.” Rose hissed, grabbing her thigh. “That hurts.” Violet was lost in her own little world and failed to notice that Rose was no longer on top of her. Rose sucked in a few long breaths, attempting to alleviate the pain. “God, that hurts.” She panted, pulling her leg up close to her body. She looked over at Violet with wincing eyes. The coyote looked nearly passed out.

Eventually, the cramp subsided, and the cheetah opted to stay where she lay. The two were exhausted, Rose puffing and Violet panting through her nose. A few minutes of silence passed, and the two slowly crawled together in the middle of the bed. “You want that off now, my steed?” Rose asked. Violet nodded, already with her hands behind her head, fumbling with the buckles. Rose shuffled behind her on her knees and helped. The apparatus came loose, and Violet pulled it from her muzzle.

“Jesus, Christ,” were the first words out of her mouth. She rubbed her jaw. “That was…fucking intense, Rose.”

“Yeah, you liked that?” Rose asked with a coyishly playful tone. “I cramped up at the end there, but it was pretty fun.”

“I gotta say, I like the other thing better, with the wings and everything. Your demon outfit when we forgot to close the window.” They both suddenly turned their heads and peered at the window suspiciously, neither wanting a repeat of that night’s embarrassment.

“I closed it earlier,” Rose said, then shook her head shamefully. “Never again…”

Violet chuckled. “Okay, good.” She sat cross-legged on the bed and sighed. “You’re a good rider, by the way.”

Rose giggled, unclasping the buckle on her helmet. “And you’re a good ride.” The two shared a few giggles, and then Rose crawled into Violet’s lap, throwing her helmet over the side of the bed. She hung off the coyote’s neck with her arms. “Think you’re ready for the big race?” she teased.

“No,” Violet shot back. “That was exhausting, worse than rock climbing at the gym.” She gripped the cheetah’s thigh, squeezing a tiny squeal from her. “And it sounds like you need to do more yoga.”

“Maybe.” Rose peeped. They stared into each other’s eyes, then leaned in for a kiss. “I love you.” Rose cooed.

“And I love you too, ma’am,” Violet replied, grinning. Her ears perked suddenly. “So what’s next on the list of costumes?” Rose looked away in thought, a knowing smirk spreading across her face.

“Well, I’m glad you mentioned ‘lists’ because you will be making one for the next scene. And you’ll be checking it twice.” She punctuated her sentence by bopping Violet’s nose with a finger.

Role-play #4: Secret Santa

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Rose settled into their bed, getting comfy. Not too comfy, though, for she’d soon have to depart from the warm, soft cacoon and venture into the living room. This wasn’t required for their scene, but for Rose, it was personally necessary to get into her role.

She shivered with anticipation, her silk nightie and her naked pelt suddenly doing very little to stave off how cool the room felt in her heightened state. She hoped Violet wouldn’t take much longer, despite all the preparation she had to do as discussed after their little ‘riding lesson.’

Her ears followed the door attentively, listening to every shuffle and bump from beyond. She held her breath for the signal they’d agreed on. Then, with a *thump!* it was there. She was there.

Violet Claus…

Rose sprung out of bed, unable to contain her excitement. It was like Christmas morning when she was younger, when she and her sister, Daisy, would run downstairs to the living room to see what Santa had left under the tree. In this scene, Rose was in store for gifts, certainly not for children, and the jolly lady delivering them would see them played with as intended.

Rose turned the handle and opened the door just enough to peek through. She could see into the kitchen and view the stairs, but no one was there. Carefully, she opened the door enough to slip out, tiptoeing as quietly as possible.

To the right of the door was the living area, and as she rounded the corner, more of the cozy space came into view, along with the object of her desire, who was carrying the objects of her pleasure in a velvet sack. It was Violet. And she looked absolutely marvelous…

The coyote was dressed in the Santa outfit bought when the two were barely conscious. Her red satin bra sported a translucent curtain that ended with white, fuzzy faux fur stitched along the lower hem. Below, a red cotton thong covered Violet’s naughty parts. The thin strings holding up the fabric between her legs hugged her hips, the halves tied together into enticing bows. A small imitation mistletoe made of silk and plastic adorned the fabric at the top of her crotch, inviting one to ‘kiss’ what was concealed below. Lewd images danced in Rose’s head like sugarplums.

The costume didn’t end there. Violet’s thighs were wrapped in red cotton stockings from her thighs down to her toes. The upper hems were garnished with wool, forming poofy rings around her legs. At the top of her head, she wore the typical jolly red cap lined with the same wool as her stockings. Some mistletoe decorated the wool brim, pinned in place.

Rose bit her lower lip and watched the coyote sway in place. She held a piece of note paper out in front of her, humming as she pretended to read her ‘naughty and nice list.’ Tail twitching nervously, Rose decided to emerge from her hiding place, more than ready to kick off the fun.

“Santa?” Rose peeped, walking gingerly into the open. She feigned sleepiness, rubbing her eye. Violet looked up from her ‘list’ and cocked an eyebrow at the girl appearing before her.

“Hello, little one. What are you doing out of bed so late?” Violet asked, her voice doting with a sensual purr.

“I…heard a noise,” Rose answered. “A thump.”

Violet chuckled. “Ah, yes. You see, your house lacks a chimney, so I had to come in through the widow. The noise you heard must have been from me closing it.”

“Oh…” Rose said. “I didn’t know Santa had to break into people’s homes sometimes.”

Violet stifled a snicker. “Of course, my dear. I can’t just make a fireplace appear like magic, you know.”

“Oh. Well, in that movie where that guy accidentally kills Santa and then has to be Santa, Santa can-“

“That’s not how it works, sweetie,” Violet interjected.

“Isn’t Santa supposed to be a jolly, plump old polar bear?”

Violet sighed. “No… I’m Santa…” She replied, irritation rising in her tone. “Fit, futch Santa.” She paused, looking off to the side. “Who’s also a coyote.” She added.

“Wooow…” Rose marveled. “Santa’s a pretty lady…” She stared at Violet, who shifted her weight to her right hip.

“You think I’m pretty, huh?” she asked, her tone returning to its motherly sultriness. She put her velvet sack on the coffee table and brought the list to the forefront. “Are you Rose Despota?” Rose nodded.

“That’s me.”

“And your girlfriend is Violet Pawsley, yes?”

“Mhm.” Rose hummed, rubbing her eye. Violet’s face turned up in a gleefully warm smile.

“Excellent! Then I am at the right place.” She gazed down at the piece of note paper just before her eyebrows raised. “Ah, yes! You and Violet appear to be on the nice list this year.” She pointed out the velvet bag. “That would be why my sack is full of goodies rather than coal.”

“We get our presents?!” Rose exclaimed with fake astonishment.

“That you do. Now, head back to bed, little one. It’s far too late for you to be up, and you aren’t even supposed to know I actually ex-” Violet stopped midsentence, gazing at the note. Her smile faded from her face, and then her eyebrows furrowed. “…ist…” She murmured, finishing her statement. The coyote cocked an eyebrow and flickered her gaze between Rose and the sheet. Rose shuffled sheepishly in place.

“Is everything alright?” Rose asked, knitting her eyebrows. Violet hummed with curiosity.

“That’s strange. Violet is on my nice list, but you, my spotted darling, are on both the nice and the naughty list.” Her eyes turned up at Rose inquisitively.

“What?!” Rose shot back, feigning fear as she balled her hands up to her chest. “That can’t be!”

“Indeed… It is.” Violet assured, looking at Rose like a judge eyeing a guilty criminal. Rose’s face pleaded innocence. Violet flipped the paper around and showed it to the cheetah. One side had ‘nice’ scribbled in permanent ink. It had her name under it, Violet’s, Rose’s sister, Daisy’s, and Alex the doe’s. The other side had the word ‘naughty’ written on it, again with Rose’s name just above the only other name on the ‘naughty’ list, which was Saph’s.

“But, but… I’ve been good all year!” Rose professed. Her open paws extended out beside her hips.

“Have you?” Violet asked. “Now that I’m thinking about it, you were pretty bad, even if a few times.”

“Like what?!” Rose implored. Violet’s hands rested on her hips while she leered at the cheetah with judgmental eyes.

“How about that time you struck your poor girlfriend’s rear until she could hardly sit down? Or the same night when you made her bark like an animal? In fact, you rode her around like a pony only earlier tonight!” Violet scoffed. “Pretty naughty if you ask me.” Rose’s eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. Violet had to admit Rose was acting her part quite exquisitely.

“But she liked that! She wanted me to do it!” Rose frantically explained. Violet began her retort with a few disapproving *tsk*s.

“Blaming the victim… I see how it is. No wonder you’re on my naughty list. And to think, I was about to give you all these gifts. Such a shame. At least I can still give Violet hers.” She reached for the bag. Rose called out, reaching out to the coyote Claus, pleading to her.

“Wait! There has to be a mistake.” Rose’s eyes darted around, feigning urgency. “I swear I’ve been good! If anything, Violet should be on there more than me!” Violet chuckled, much less jolly this time. She set her list down on the table and sauntered toward the cheetah, her hips swaying hypnotically back and forth.

“Trying to get off the naughty list by selling out your poor, cute girlfriend, hmmm?” Violet Claus asked, toying with her feline. Two of her fingers rose to Rose’s snout, tucking themselves just under her chin. She tilted the cheetah’s face up to hers. The two locked eyes, Rose’s uncharacteristically fearful for someone meeting Santa Claus. Violet’s a little too piercingly seductive for someone portraying Santa Claus. Rose swallowed.

“Please don’t take my presents away.” She squeaked. Violet crooned like a doting mother to her daughter.

“Naughty or nice… You can’t be both. That just doesn’t make sense. Luckily, I think I know how to solve this dilemma.” She withdrew her fingers from Rose’s chin and rounded the cheetah until she was behind her, placing her hands on Rose’s spotted shoulders with ‘reassurance’ in mind.

“Y-you do?” Rose asked.

“I think so,” Violet reiterated. Her thumb nudged the strap of Rose’s nightie toward the edge of her shoulder, letting it fall down her arm. Rose tensed.

“H-how…” Rose breathed. Violet leaned in toward Rose’s round ear.

“Go sit on the couch, and I’ll show you.” She murmured. Rose let out a shuddering breath and nodded, staring at the sack of ‘toys’ on the coffee table. Reasonable assumptions exploded inside her mind like fireworks, taking her focus away from the matters at hand. She only snapped out of her self-induced trance when Violet’s hand patted her butt.

“Off you go, cutie.”

Rose let out a soft chirp and, having returned to reality, slipped the strap of her nightie back into place before nervously stepping over to the couch. She plopped down on its soft cushions, stuffing her hands in her lap. She watched the festively seductive coyote, her teeth chewing into her lower lip. The cheetah exuded anxiety, yet she couldn’t be more ready to start.

Violet sauntered back to the coffee table. She scooped the bag off the wooden surface and held it to her side, her other hand on her hips. Her eyes glanced back and forth between the cheetah and the bag.

“I’ll tell you what, my dear. I’ll let you have your presents. But I get to play with them first.” She flashed Rose a mischievous smirk bordering on a wicked grin.

“O-ok…” Rose replied, accepting Violet’s terms. She wasn’t about to begin disagreeing with Santa, after all. Violet looked down at the velvet sack and reached into it, feeling around.

“Let’s see what we have here.” Her eyes wandered around the room as she concentrated on finding the right ‘gift’ to pull out first. Her fingers grasped it, and her ears perked. Her mouth gaped a little with excitement, and then she pulled the item from the sack.

As Violet’s hand withdrew from the bag, a little pink remote was clutched between her fingers. A white Velcro strap was attached, dangling between the coyote’s digits. Rose knew what it was the second she saw it—it was one of her toys, after all. However, she maintained her innocent façade, pretending to be in awe of the device.

Trailing the remote was a white cable no thicker than the one she used to charge her phone, and finally, a pink silicone orb with an ovular shape—her vibrating bullet. Fire and forget, as Violet called it. She liked to stick it inside one of Rose’s holes and turn it on while she focused her attention elsewhere.

Violet gazed at Rose, and Rose returned said gaze. “I-is that what I think it is?” Violet dropped the sack and softly chortled into her free paw.

“Indeed, it is, my dear.” She took the vibrating end in her free hand and pulled the ends away until the wire became taut like she was about to garrote the feline. “So, are you ready to play with the first of your new ‘toys?’ Or, should I ask, ‘Are you ready to watch me play with your ‘toys’ while you writhe around on the couch?’”

“T-this is what you meant by ‘playing?’” Rose whimpered, putting on her best ‘concerned’ face. “B-but I can’t. Violet’s sleeping just a room away.” Violet chuckled.

“Then you’d better be quiet, then, hmm?” Violet stepped onto the hardwood coffee table, towering over Rose while savoring the fearful look on the cheetah’s face as Rose stared back up at her. She stepped down toward Rose and lay one knee beside her on the couch. The cheetah sat back against the cushions, shrinking into her spot, her wide, nervous eyes peering up at the looming canine.

“But… We can’t do this, Miss Santa. This is cheating. I’m Violet’s girlfriend.” She whined. Violet gave her a dismissive chortle.

“I know, dear. We’re being quite naughty now, aren’t we? But if you want your gifts… You’ll just have to oblige.”

Violet put both ends of Rose’s toy in one hand and ran the other up Rose’s leg, stopping where the lower hem of the cheetah’s silk nightie covered her thigh. She leaned in toward Rose, eyeing the girl like she was Christmas chocolate. “Don’t think of this as cheating, my sweet. I’m sure Violet would hop at an opportunity to enjoy the real Santa’s company.” Still holding the pink silicone device, Violet's hand reached over her head and plucked the mistletoe from her hat. She wiggled it between the two, just above their heads. The sultry stare she cast upon the cheetah made Rose’s heart pound in her chest and her face flush so warm it could melt snow.

“You know what this means,” Violet murmured. “Wouldn’t want to break tradition. Breaking tradition is something naughty girls do.”

Rose let out a steamy breath and closed her eyes. She leaned forward, pushing off the cushion behind her by her shoulder blades. Violet looked down at Rose’s lips, puckering in amorous anticipation, waiting suspensefully. Violet’s mouth curled into a coy smile, and she leaned forward. Her eyes closed, and their muzzles met.

They kissed slowly at first, Rose feeling shy and timid, holding back. Violet savored the soft feeling of her lips against hers. Her hand crept up Rose’s spotted leg, getting ever closer to the warm space between her legs, warming by the second. Rose’s breaths hastened. She leaned further into the festive coyote, wrapping a hand behind Violet’s neck, clinging to her. An aroused puff of breath escaped her nose, breaking across Violet’s face. The movements of her lips gained fervor as Violet’s hand approached her moistening sex.

Violet’s hand squeezed the cheetah’s thigh, and Rose cooed into their embrace. Finally, the coyote’s hand reached its destination, her fingers slipping into the damp, musky folds unrestricted by any cloth whatsoever. Rose cooed again, more passionately this time. Violet retreated from Rose’s lips, opening her eyes as Rose did.

“Not wearing anything under this nightie, huh? Very naughty indeed.” Violet teased, Finger still pressing into Rose’s nethers. Rose panted, mouth agape, breath hot with lust.

“V-Violet likes it when she has…easy access to me. And I like it too. I like it when she surprises me. W-when she goes down on me.”

Violet gave Rose an intrigued hum. She liked this version of herself Rose had cooked up. Violet never demanded Rose forego underwear to bed. Rose chose to do it all on her own when she did. Violet removed her fingers from Rose’s lady parts and then placed the mistletoe on Rose’s snout so she could use both hands to prepare the bullet.

“Well, the only mammal getting ‘easy access’ to you tonight is me. I’m glad she had you prepare yourself for me, though. What a nice girl she is.” Violet lowered the pink oval bullet between Rose’s legs. It pressed against her entrance, then began to slide slowly into her. Rose sucked in a breath and then held it as the egg-shaped object depressed inch by inch into her passage.

“S-Santa!” Rose chirped, nearly choking on her breath. Violet put a finger to her lips.

“Ah, ah, ah. Not too loud. We wouldn’t want to wake your girlfriend now, would we? Then you might have to share your gifts with her.” Violet punctuated her sentence with a gleeful giggle. Rose bit down on her lower lip and bared through the initial discomfort of the toy continuing its journey inside her. “There we go.” Violet cooed. Rose’s hole resisted one more nudge before the toy was suddenly sucked right in. Rose let out a groan of relief.

“Oh. Oh, much better…” Rose breathed. Violet removed her hand from the cheetah and picked up the remote.

“It’s about to get a whole lot better, hun.” She murmured, pressing her thumb against the activation button. The sensation of the toy vibrating inside her was immediate and intense. Rose’s hands sprung to clasp over her muzzle. Her eyes shut tight, and from behind her smothering paws came a squeal that was music to Violet’s ears.

The cheetah’s legs seized, lifting off the cushion, toes curling. This was only the first of many settings the bullet had. There were so many ways Violet could make her spotted lover squirm. And, yet, she still had the other toys to use.

“My, my…” Violet crooned. “Someone loves their gift.” She took the Velcro strap and looped it around Rose’s thigh, pulling it tight, leaving it attached to her partner as she brought her attention elsewhere. She made sure to raise the intensity a level before departing.

Rose bucked her hips, legs folded and suspended in the air. Her motions caused her to slip further onto her back, her head propping snugly against the backrest. “Mmm. Fuck…” she breathed, a gasp punctuating her brief vocalization. Her face was so flush with red that Violet could nearly see the color beneath the cheetah’s fur.

Violet pulled the velvet bag across the table and dug her hand into it. “There they are…” she murmured, feeling the next ‘gift’ to bestow upon the cheetah. The gift emerging from the bag in Violet’s hand was not a singular toy but a pair of them. Two silicone-coated plastic clamps dangled between her fingers, both meant for Rose’s nipples, more specifically, the very sensitive nubs at their peaks.

Rose peeled open her eyes a sliver, both immediately snapping wide open at the sight of what Violet held between her fingers. She made a few terrified shakes of her head, her paws still clamped over her muzzle like her ‘new toys’ would soon be clamped onto her tits.

“What’s the matter? I just ‘stuffed your stocking.’ Can’t handle ‘hanging a few ornaments?’”

Rose could only watch as Violet eased in beside her on the couch. The coyote’s hands took one clamp in each. Rose’s eyes followed them as they got closer and closer to her chest. Her gaze shifted upwards to Violet’s face. The coyote’s gaze was fixed on her task, only diverting to shoot Rose one sultry, knowing look before returning. Rose’s eyes fell back upon those tools of pleasurable pain, shuddering breaths puffing in and out of her exposed nostrils.

Violet squeezed the broader ends of the clamps together, forcing the tighter ends apart. She reached across her spotted lover, positioning the open clamp in just the right spot. Rose watched, the suspense torturing her more than the physical pain ever could. Any moment now, the pleasurable torment of the clamp on her nipple would join the agonizing euphoria rumbling between her legs. She lay there with bated breath, Violet drawing the moment out as long as she could.

Then, with a sadistic grin, Violet relaxed her fingers.

Rose’s hands came free from her snout the moment the two plastic grips came together, the erect nub of her nipple pinched between them. Her mouth opened, and a sharp chirp fired from her throat. Violet gave the closed clamp a slight tug, drawing another startled chirp from the cheetah.

“Let me remind you, my dear, that you’re the one who asked for these. Your girlfriend just wanted some trading cards to play with her little Lynx friend.” Violet teased, repeatedly flicking her finger against the clamp, each time eliciting a pleading moan from Rose. “Such a nice, innocent girl she is…” She fawned. Her tone took on a more malicious edge as she regarded Rose. “Not like you, you naughty, flogging, whipping, breeding, nasty little feline, cheating on her partner for Christmas presents. With Santa of all people.” Her jabbing tone made Rose feel like a child being scolded by her mother. Her words did to her psychologically what the toys did to her physically. “A ‘cheat-ah,’ indeed…” Violet quipped, chuckling at her wordplay.

“I’m s-sorry, Santa Coyote. I’ll be good f-from now on. I’ll b-be nice. I promise. I-I’m a good girl.” Rose whimpered.

“Oh, I know you’ll be a good girl after I’m done with you. I’ll extract every ounce of sweetness from you. I can smell how sweet you are already, and I’m absolutely dying to have a taste.” Violet touched Rose’s belly and leaned into the trembling cheetah. Her maw opened wide, and her tongue snaked out. The tip of it flicked Rose’s yet uncompressed nub just before her mouth enclosed around the pink circle of sensitive furless flesh.

Rose moaned with the addition of Violet’s mouth lavishing her other teat. Her legs jarred against the edge of the coffee table, pushing, lifting her rear off the couch. “Ahhh! Ooohhh! Fuck!” she yelped, the spelling of festive words by Violet’s tongue on her flesh making her arch her back as she squirmed.

Violet drew circles around the cheetah’s bud, only taking a break to flick it before going back. But this lavish treatment would only last so long. Soon, Violet’s sucking maw *pop!*ed free, only to be replaced by the harsh pinch of the second clamp. Rose chirped, slapping her hands over her snout to keep herself quiet.

“That’s right, my dear. Don’t wake your girlfriend. You’ve made enough noise already.” Violet teased. She left the girl to her twitching and quivering, making sure to turn the vibrating bullet up another notch before going back to the velvet sack. “I have one more toy to play with you. I think you’ll like it. It’s a real…showstopper.”

Rose’s ears flattened at the mention of the last tool to be used in her rapturous torture. The Showstopper, aptly named by Violet, who’d been using it since before the two met. She’d called it this because it never failed at bringing either of them to orgasm. And with barely any application. The white, mushroom-headed wand appeared from the bag, held in Violet’s capable hands. The word ‘Showstopper’ was written in permanent ink along its plastic length, perpendicular to the small control buttons.

“I charged it all day, just for you, spots.“ Violet mentioned. “I can’t wait to finish you off with it.” Rose scarcely needed finishing off; she was standing tip-toe on the fulcrum point of climax. Violet could simply press her thumb to the cheetah’s clit, and she’d be squirting halfway across the room. But that wouldn’t fit the role-play, now would it? The only way to be finished off in an out-of-season Christmas scene revolving around toys was to pull out the biggest in Violet’s arsenal.

The wand whirred to life when Violet pressed the button. Rose whimpered and moaned into her padded palms as the sound buzzed in her ears, knowing all too well what was to come.

She’d for sure be cumming. Just as surely as Christmas came in December.

Violet lay back on the couch next to ‘the girl’ she’d woken from ‘her slumber,’ only to torture through excessive exposure to pleasure, with just a touch of pain. She wasn’t sure this fit the Christmas theme much anymore, but it mattered not. Now was the time to bring this little show to its conclusion.

Violet tipped the vibrating end of the wand down between Rose’s legs and pressed it to her pussy lips. That was all she needed to do. The second she ground the round, blunt head of the wand into Rose’s sex, it was over. She came…hard…

Rose shuddered and tensed. Her hips bucked up and down, humping either into or away from the wand’s end, Violet couldn’t tell. Her eyes shut tight, and her jowls scrunched up into a snarl. Her hand could no longer contain her vocations.

“Holy fucking Christmas!!!!” Rose screamed. A stream of musty fluid leaped from her, arching over the coffee table and landing on its wooden surface, blotting the velvet bag. Violet watched Rose squirt all over her bag with one impressed eyebrow cocked.

“Wow. Nice air.” She quipped. She turned her attention back to Rose, the cheetah still in the intense throws of orgasm. Rose’s teeth were bared, gritted together, her hands nowhere near her mouth as they gripped the sofa with her claws. When her eyes peeled open, they were crossed, drool hanging from her stretched lips.

“Hhggnnnn.” She growled. “Fuuuuck… Violet…”

Violet chuckled. “Yes, Violet. You better keep your volume down, or she’ll hear us.”

Rose groaned through her gritted teeth. “N-no…” She rolled her hips into Violet’s powerful device. Violet removed it from Rose’s puffy sex, giving Rose a moment of respite.

“Christmas only comes once a year, my dear. But I can make you cum as many times as I’d like.” She pressed the wand’s head against Rose’s pussy once more, putting some elbow grease into it this time. Rose’s mouth opened to cry out in ecstasy, but Violet quickly threw her free hand over it. Rose’s muffled cry broke upon her padded palm. Her eyes crossed, gazing down at it before turning upward to the ceiling.

The cheetah’s legs shook. Her body tensed and untensed, quivering, shaking. Her arms reached back to grab the top of the cushion behind her. Violet watched her spotted lover squirm and writhe beneath her like a mouse caught in an owl’s grasp. She was helpless, unable to do much but attempt to stay conscious as her body reacted to the electric thrills and pulsating waves coursing through her. Violet was right; she came not once, not twice, but three times that day, not counting the one from her little horse ride earlier.

Finally, Rose looked up at Violet with a look that begged for mercy. Violet removed her hand from the cheetah’s mouth so Rose could speak her piece.

“S-s-stop… P-p-please…” She moaned, her voice ragged and tired. Violet gave her a brief nod.

“I think you’ve earned your gifts, my darling cheetah.” She cooed. The coyote’s hand pulled the wand off her snatch while the other tapped the ‘off’ button on the bullet’s controller. She set the wand on the table, promptly returning to take the clamps off the poor girl’s chest.

The cheetah’s fur stood on end all over her body, poofed out like she’d encountered a ghost. Her body gradually relaxed, and her legs slumped over the side of the couch. “Uuuugghhh.” She groaned, completely spent. “Oh…man….”

Violet tossed the toys onto the table and nestled next to her girlfriend. “I suppose you deserve to be taken off the naughty list, my dear.”

“Y-yeah…” Rose sighed between heavy breaths. “I’m good.”

“That you are.” Violet placed her arm around the cheetah, pulling her close. “Did you have a fun ‘Christmas Eve?’” Rose sighed deeply before answering.

“Fuck yeah. Best Christmas ever…” She breathed. Violet smiled at the exhausted cheetah.

“Damn. I really wore you out.” She gazed at the toys on the table, then down at her costume. “You know, I’m actually glad we bought these costumes. These scenes were fun to play out.”

“We should get more of these costumes,” Rose added. Violet sniffed.

“Yeah, well, we’ll see how many tips we get over the next few months.”

“I wanna be a princess next time,” Rose said sleepily.

“You already are my princess, babe.” Violet mused. Rose giggled.

“I want you to be my knight in shining armor.”

“Yeah?” Violet asked.

“Yeah…” Rose replied again. She turned to Violet’s side and buried her face in the coyote’s fur. Violet stroked her fingers through the feline’s head fluff. Her other hand reached for her phone on the cushion next to her. She opened the camera app and took a quick selfie of the two. “Say, mistletoe,” Violet murmured.

“Mistletoe,” Rose mumbled, smiling for the camera.

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Saph stepped out of the muggy ensuite bathroom, ruffling her damp fur as she dried herself with a towel. Alex looked up from their twin-size bed where she lay on her belly, reading her pulp novel. The naked doe pushed Saph’s phone across the bed toward the lynx. “Violet texted you.” She said, taking no eye off her book.

Saph paused and looked down at the device. A roguish smile crept across her muzzle. “Oh, she did, did she?” The lynx let her towel fall to the floor and stepped to the bed, taking the phone in her paw as she sat on the corner. She brought the cracked screen to her face and double-tapped the text notification that read, ‘image.’

The messager app opened, presenting a selfie of Violet on her couch, in Santa lingerie, with Rose nuzzling her, lazily smiling toward the camera in her nighty. The cheetah’s fur was ruffled, standing on end. Saph scrolled up to the other three pictures her friend had sent of the two over the past two days.

One was of Rose in her equestrian outfit with Violet in a kinky bridle, Rose tugging the reins for the camera.

One was of the two in their devil/angel getups, Violet seductively cradling Rose’s shy face in her paw.

One was of the two in matching uniforms, tugging on each other’s ties as they pulled each other in for a kiss.

“Hot.” Saph murmured. Alex looked up from her book.

“Show me.” She said, a touch of urgency in her voice. Saph handed her the phone, and Alex took a gander. The doe let out a soft bleat.

“Damn, this is hot.” She passed the phone back to Saph. “These two are so cute together. They should do professional shoots. They’d look so good.”

“You’re the professional photographer. Why don’t you do it?” Saph sassed. Alex sassed her back.

“Please. These two can’t afford me, you know that.”

Saph snorted. “You won’t do it for free? There are our friends.” Alex responded by making a humorous bleat.

“Babe, when you’re as good at something as I am with photography, you never do it for free.” She retorted.

“Damn. You’re one cold, hard girl boss, you know that?”

Alex shot her a sly, confident glance. “You know it. And that’s why you love me.” She dog-eared her page and set her book down, extending an open paw. “Now come over here and make mommy damp in more than one place, you soggy little lynx.” Saph grinned, tossed her phone onto the bed, and climbed onto her girlfriend, her still-wet fur matting the doe’s.

“Man,” Saph began, straddling Alex’s hips. “I tease those two a lot for their little endeavors. But I gotta say, vicariously reliving those first kinky experiences through theirs really puts me in the mood.”

Alex’s hand took Saph by her chin, and she pulled the feline down to her snout. The two shared a long, tender kiss while Saph’s hand reached down her girlfriend’s navel. They parted for a moment, Alex nudging the eager lynx from her muzzle.

“I can’t disagree.” The doe murmured. She sniffed at an intrusive thought. “It won’t be long before they’re having threesomes.”