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Jessica had always been a good girl. She had good grades, took part in multiple extracurricular activities after school, didn’t smoke, didn’t drink. Her parents had made certain to protect her from absolutely all of life’s corrupting influences. She’d been slow to develop, too, which had helped. While everyone else had been ensorcelled by the pleasures of the flesh and a flood of new, confusing urges throughout high school, Jessica hadn’t been struck by any of it yet, and she was already starting college.

She was the perfect, pure fox. The example pointed at by every religious parent, when they asked their own offspring why they couldn’t just behave, why they had to try to sneak out to drink, or why they dressed like sluts and whores just to catch some stray boy’s eye. But these were parents who had forgotten what the rocky transition into adulthood had felt like. In their memories, it was just like Jessica’s life. They hadn’t just suddenly decided to become unruly, horny teens. The memories of the flood of hormones, like what Jessica simply hadn’t experienced yet, had long since faded into the stress of adulthood.

But the fact remained that almost everyone would eventually go through puberty. And out of those who did, everyone struggled with the feelings it brought, at first. It wasn’t easy to go from a pure view of life to one tainted by sexuality. From innocently eating a banana to suddenly being painfully aware of how much it looked like a blowjob. From bulges in men’s jeans being merely a quirk of anatomy to something eye-catching and desirable that their treacherous hands wanted to squeeze around. It was no real wonder that just about everyone stumbled and fell once those urges hit, nor was there any shame in it – unlike what parents such as Jessica’s might have thought – as long as one learned, anyway.

There was, though, a jealousy, from some parties. Some of those who had struggled with their feelings as they’d developed and subsequently, naturally but perhaps regretfully – giving themselves bad reputations for the rest of those formative years – found Jessica’s innocent purity absolutely infuriating. Not that they’d ever tell her that to her face.

Her purity, though, was about to take a hit. She was the very textbook example of a late bloomer, and now, just starting college, her body had finally decided that it was time to kickstart the avalanche of changes that most young women her age had already suffered through. And so, all of the unfortunate coincidences that her sheltered upbringing, poorly equipped school, prudish parents, and late development came to a head all at once.

Jessica had no real way of dealing with those urges. She only knew the very basics: people had sex, and the woman got pregnant. She was a smart vixen, after all, so the mechanics of it all were clear enough from all the books she had read. But that was different from being given the emotional toolkit to deal with the less rational side of things.

When, one of those early days at the college, in the last few days of summer, she found herself staring at one of the boys, this one a wolf, like a dog stares at a cut of beef, Jessica was befuddled. There was just something so interesting about his body. The firm, strong muscles, the broad shoulders, and really, everything else, too! The vixen wanted to see him without any of his clothes on.

And yeah, that was a thing people liked, she knew that. But she’d never felt like that before. So, it was rather confusing when it actually happened.

Jessica averted her eyes. Instead of that oddly eye-catching man, she looked at one of the other women. A red panda. That was better; she didn’t really think about how pronounced her heavy breasts were, or the sensual, if subtle, flare of her hips as she stood up to adjust her skirt, giving the vixen just the slightest glimpse of her shapely rump.

Oh. Oh no. She felt the same way, exactly the same way. It was one thing to be flooded with all those sensations and increasingly naughty thoughts for a boy, but she’d been told that feeling that way about another girl was definitely wrong. Everyone had told her that much. The only thing worse than a slutty woman was a slutty woman who was attracted to other women! It just wasn’t natural.

The vixen sat there, trying not to squirm as she tried to process her feelings, which was proving almost impossible with the sudden rush of hormones. Any other day, she could usually rationalize everything she was feeling. No so with this. It was like a magnetism that she desperately didn’t want to exist, and at the same time, that she desperately wanted to experience, feeling both their bodies pressed against her. Masculine firmness on one, and soft, feminine curves on the other. No, not magnetism. More like hunger.

And she had no idea what to do about it.

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One of Jessica’s classmates from high school had always found her rather irritating. Her aloof nature, pretending to not feel any sexual desire at all and blithely ignoring all attempts at being flirted with as if she genuinely didn’t notice.

It wasn’t fair, was the wolf’s main grievance. Even if Jessica couldn’t choose what she felt, it wasn’t fair. She, Tammy, had long since ruined her own reputation despite having, once upon a time, been a “good girl” herself. Then, she’d hit puberty, and very quickly picked up a reputation of being easy for sleeping with half the boys in her class, and a few of the girls too. So maybe she was easy, but it wasn’t the sex that was the problem! The problem was all those prudes judging her for liking a cock inside her, or a sexy fox eating out her dripping cunt.

The sex itself? That was great, and she didn’t regret a second of it. She simply didn’t want to be looked down upon by people like Jessica. Well, Jessica herself never had judged her openly, maybe, but it was what she represented; the prudish, “pure”, religious upper class that was somehow too good to wallow in carnal pleasures like literally everyone else.

As if she didn’t feel it at all. The prudish fuck. Jessica had never even paid the wolf any attention in high school, despite her best attempts to flirt with her, and that had left a bad taste in her mouth.

The worst part? She’d ended up in the same college, too. Sure, it was the only one in their little town, but Jessica could’ve gone to any of the prestige ones that cost more than Tammy could even dream of paying, the kind of places that opened doors to the deepest seat of power by merely existing at them. The ones all the presidents went to, where it didn’t even matter how well you did as long as you attended.

That was unfair, and Jessica had become a kind of living representation of it all, even if she wasn’t really guilty.

But today, in class, she had seen the pure, perfect vixen stare at one of the male wolves, whatever his name was. Probably Jacques or something, he looked like a jock. Yeah, that’d do as a name if he they never did a round of introductions. Tammy knew a much nicer, older wolf anyway who usually wanted to fuck her. And the red panda, Tammy really had no idea what her name was, even if she was kind of cute.

The point? The point was that it was the first time she’d ever seen Jessica look at anyone else that way, and better yet, she was looking at both the boys and girls with that longing stare that Tammy was all too familiar with. She had to hold down her tail to keep it from wagging as devious plans quickly formed in her head. It was a crack in Jessica’s perfect, foxy façade, and it meant that the wolf had a very clear shot to… well, devour her whole.

Tammy did like to think of herself as the kind of woman who always got what she wanted, whether it was by favors or sheer force of will.

Not just that. She was going to specifically get Jessica, and drag the fox down with her. It was for her own good, really. Nobody could expect perfect little Jessica to deal with adult life if she never got to experience it, warts and all. With that in mind, Tammy made a plan, fiddling with her lip piercing as she tried to figure out the perfect approach. She’d first seduce the vixen. Then, she’d get her addicted to eating pussy. From that first lesbian violation of a taboo, it’d be a small step to get her to do more. Tammy would invite a few of her FWBs over and they’d have some fun together.

Some unprotected fun. Nothing was quite as satisfying as watching some stuck-up bitch get stuck with a bellyful of babies. Not her, of course, that was something she’d always been careful to avoid. Men didn’t want to fuck pregnant women, but they were very eager to get them there, in Tammy’s experience.

And that made the whole situation perfect for really screwing up Jessica’s life – or at least, as the wolf imagined it, teaching her a lesson about thinking herself better than everyone around her simply because they experienced urges and sometimes fell head over heels for temptation. Maybe the reasoning wasn’t entirely sound. Maybe it didn’t hold up to closer scrutiny. Tammy was an impulsive wolf, though, and had already made up her mind, intending to punish everything Jessica represented by punishing her.

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Jessica barely dared to stand up when class was over. She could feel how wet she had gotten. It wasn’t the first time, maybe, but it was definitely the first time it had been due to pure desire. And if she could feel it like that, then others might be able to see it, and she’d be completely embarrassed, probably not living it down even after college was over. Or after. She’d come to reunions and her crotch being soaked and crusty like a teenage boy’s sock was all they’d remember.

But then, her saviour came. That wolf she just barely remembered seeing somewhere before. Jessica and Tammy hadn’t exactly been in the same social circles in high school, so while Tammy remembered her, she only vaguely remembered Tammy, unable to place her as a former classmate in high school.

“Hi!” Tammy greeted her. “Wanna walk to the bathroom together? You know, us girls just can’t be safe enough!”

Jessica was naïve, but even she caught onto that immediately.

“Um, y-yes, we probably should,” she replied.

“Here, hold this for me please,” Tammy handed the vixen her messenger bag, which for the smaller fox hung just low enough to cover her crotch, where a wet patch of arousal was indeed plainly visible in her light blue jeans. She grabbed it so eagerly it was almost funny to even herself. Almost.

Jessica noted the cunning strategy. She was still using the same pink backpack she’d used in high school. It looked almost pristine, bar for one of the straps having sheared off and later repaired. It was certainly in stark contrast to Tammy’s bag, which was covered in patches for various bands, and with multiple safety pins stuck through it for no apparent reason at all, bar for fashion.

“I know how you feel,” Tammy leaned in and whispered. Jessica didn’t seem to recognize her, so that was how she’d play it. As if this was the first time they’d met, and as if she was merely a good Samaritan noticing a fellow woman in need. “Happens to everyone a around, uh, Jacques,” she continued, deciding to stick to the imagined name. It was close enough, probably.

“No!” Jessica exclaimed. “I mean, no, I’ve not like… been fantasizing. I’m not into him!” she lied, at least if one was to consider physical attraction as being into someone.

“Mhm, right. So, who were you looking at, getting all juicy?” Tammy teased. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Lips, sealed.”

“I wasn’t looking at anyone!” Jessica stuttered. She had been, of course. But it was incredibly awkward to admit to it.

“Right. Well, you can look at me all you’d like,” Tammy grinned, striking a little pose and pushing her chest out to emphasize the breasts she’d always been rather proud of. Still, she couldn’t push too hard or move too quickly. Jessica was skittish, owing to all the new hormones in her body. She almost seemed scared of what she was feeling.

Tammy could sympathize with that. It had been a little scary until she’d realized how good sex felt, and then it became really hot instead. Then, when she realized how easy it was to get sex, especially from men, and she had learned to really like those feelings. There were some irritating aspects to it, of course, like how men desperately wanted to fuck her but evidently liked talking shit behind her back if she let them, but the central point of her horny thesis remained; she just had to show Jessica how nice it felt, and then the vixen would be well on her way to being like everyone else.

And maybe pregnant too. Tammy had a thing for pregnant women. The additional curves made them really hot to look at it, for one – sort of a medal one could wear to show just how much they loved unprotected sex – and she was already licking her lips at the thought of getting to nurse on one. For some reason, her largely absent mother had never bothered to breastfeed her, so it’d become a kink, as most parts of a healthy childhood one was deprived of tended to.

Tammy had been raised almost entirely by her father, who thankfully was a fair bit more open-minded about these things. He remembered being a horny teenager, so he didn’t mind it when Tammy brought boys and girls home, as long as she, as he put it, “at least made ‘em wrap their goddamn dicks, you don’t wanna end up with a baby before college.”

Some had called her damaged goods. That her bisexuality was mommy issues, and her enjoyment of cock had been caused by a father who just didn’t care. To those people, Tammy would usually raise a middle finger. They were idiots who didn’t realize how good any woman was at eating pussy.

So, anyhow; as she posed, Jessica did glance at her, and the vixen blushed a bright red at the sight. It was a good start. Clearly there was some attraction there; now, it was only a matter of insistently advancing step by step until she had the fox on her knees and her mouth on her cunt. It probably wouldn’t take too long, she just had to convince the fox that she was “safe” to experiment with.

Then, and only then, would she invite her friends to take things further.

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Jessica disappeared into the bathroom, and then into a stall, slamming the door shut behind her and pulling down her jeans to look at what a mess she had made. It was bad. She was soaking wet. Her panties were basically ruined, or at least way too wet to keep using. The jeans would dry soon enough, probably. She patted the front with some toilet paper, desperately trying to make it dry faster.

But she was still wet, too. She kept thinking about Tammy, now. The wolf had seemed fine with being stared at. Did that mean she was into her, or…?

The vixen had precious little idea how to navigate these situations. She wanted to touch the wolf, to feel her many piercings and to… to kiss her glossy, painted lips. Something like that. She was hot, in that new sense of the word that she’d previously assumed just meant the same as pretty. Now it meant this, and Jessica was suddenly painfully aware of why so many girls in her former class had been obsessed with rating how hot the boys were.

“You alright in there? You know, you can borrow my panties if you need to,” Tammy called out through the stall door. “I don’t mind going without, though, so you could try that too!”

Go without panties? That just meant that the next time she got excited, it’d be really obvious. But the thought still sent a thrill along her spine.

“Or we can just take care of the reason you’re all wet down there,” Tammy added. She kept her tone playful to suggest that it might just be a joke, and not a genuine offer to finger the vixen to an orgasm before having her return the favor with her cute little snout. Which it was, of course.

Instead, she pulled off her panties and tossed them over the wall, drawing a surprised squeak from the vixen inside.

“I can’t-“

“Of course you can, we’re both girls. I don’t mind if you get those wet either,” Tammy reassured her.

“But uh… how do I stop… being… wet?” the vixen stammered.

“Oh dear. Masturbation, you know? Flick the bean until you squirt and then you’ll be a little calmer after that,” Tammy sighed. Was it really possible that Jessica was genuinely this naïve and inexperienced?

If she was, then maybe… no, Tammy banished the thought from her head. She’d already gotten this far, and she wasn’t going to let the vixen off the hook now.

“I can do it for you, if you need an example. It’s totally normal, us girls help each other with it all the time.”

More silence.

“Only thing is, you’re kinda expected to return the favor.”

By now the silence was deafening, and for a moment Tammy wondered if she had just ruined her chances entirely. Then, slowly, hesitantly, yet with a kind of barely-suppressed need, Jessica pushed the stall door open, revealing herself sitting the toilet seat with her legs spread and trembling.

“Do it,” she whispered. “Just quickly, please. I can’t go back to class like this.”

And was she ever a sodden mess. The fur along her thighs was soaked in her juices, as if she’d been pent up every hour of her life until now.

“Mhm. Just be quiet, then. Wouldn’t want anyone to walk in here and hear you moaning,” Tammy grinned. Truthfully, a woman of high appetites as she was, she had to fight the urge to drive between the vixen’s legs there and there. No doubt she’d be delicious, like honey and innocence, but the wolf restrained herself. Jessica would have to earn that right. Today, she’d only get to experience her fingers.

“I’m not going to moan!” Jessica whined quietly, squirming on the seat.

“Yeah. Yeah, you will. Now close that mouth so you can at least muffle it,” Tammy chuckled. She remembered her own experience masturbating for the first time. Her father had reacted to her helpless moans with laughter, and had then told her to find a boyfriend or a dildo, and sure, Tammy had been so embarrassed that she was surprised she didn’t melt down on the spot, but it was still good advice from the old man. Nothing cured lust like a man’s cock. Though another woman’s tongue worked almost as well. Or her fingers, if nothing else was available.

That was the little but universal truth she was about to show the oh-so-precious good girl Jessica, as the wolf knelt next to her. She smelled almost intoxicating. Not quite in heat yet, but close. Tammy could recognize that scent anywhere, and being bisexual, she was almost as affected by it as the average man was.

“Close your eyes if you have to. Just imagine Prince Charming. And be quiet,” Tammy repeated, and then, before Jessica had time to hesitate again, brushed her thumb over the vixen’s hooded clit.

Much to Tammy’s surprise, Jessica did manage to keep herself from moaning. She still shuddered where she sat, though, an instinctive buck of her hips trying to keep her dripping pussy in contact with Tammy’s cunning fingers.

Ah, she was all too happy to provide. Slowly the wolf began to knead against the fox’s white-furred mound, carefully avoiding touching anything too sensitive again. Female arousal had to be worked up. If you went straight for the clit, it was too much. If you slowly rubbed your way to it, caressing every other inch of her pussy along the way, it’d make her cum almost instantly. That was one of those things men had the greatest difficulty figuring out, and also why Tammy preferred being eaten out by girls. Men would focus on her clit so hard it felt like she was trying to fuck a vacuum cleaner.

Either way, she kept rubbing, and Jessica’s virgin snatch rewarded her little swiping touches along her inner lips with needy, visible clenches. Oh, she’d look so beautiful milking an unprotected cock, later. That was what those squeezes were for, to get the pussy’s owner pregnant. That was what Tammy herself had always been taught, anyhow. And it sure felt like it, with how hard it was to tell the man to pull out when she was cumming around them.

Soon, she had the vixen squirming and whimpering, eventually having to muffle herself with a hand to hold the moans back. Tammy’s hand was soaked, and from the way Jessica was thrashing it wouldn’t be long at all before she came. Maybe the wolf would afford herself a taste too, she thought. But then, someone else entered the restrooms.

Jessica’s eyes went wide, and Tammy considered pausing. But then again, maybe not. Maybe a little bit of exhibitionism would work to loosen the vixen up for the future, Tammy thought, so she kept rubbing, a little faster yet, teasing her fingers around and over the fox’s clit in tight little circles.

Jessica reached to grab her wrist to stop her, mortified by the risk of the stranger – now in a stall only two away from theirs – discovering what they were doing. So instead, Tammy decided to indulge herself and dove in, pressing her muzzle between the vixen’s legs and wrapping her lips around her clit.

The first little bit of suction of that loving kiss was instantly enough. Jessica tensed up instantly, and then, with a muffled gasp, her juices gushed over Tammy’s broad, lapping tongue. She tasted just as heavenly as the wolf had hoped. And so, she kept probing, licking, suckling and nibbling on the fox’s twitching pussy, catching every drop of her virgin flood as she came, so hard that she couldn’t even try to moan after the first few seconds.

Jessica couldn’t believe what was happening at all. The pleasure wracked every fiber of her being. And she was loving it. Loving every second of letting this other woman finger and lick her most private places, even though there was someone right next to them to who might find out! The idea only turned her on more in the throes of orgasm. She pictured the stranger coming in to join them. Maybe it was a man, in the wrong bathroom, and he’d come to fuck her while she was helpless from her orgasm. Or if it was a third woman…

Gods, she loved cumming. That was what they called it, wasn’t it? It was the best thing ever.

The fantasies faded as her orgasm did. She was left warm, fuzzy, and terribly self-conscious, doubly so as she watched Tammy lick her lips with satisfaction.

“You’re such a tasty vixen, Jess,” she smiled, whispering the words just under her breath. “But next time you need to cum, you’ll have to do me a favor in turn.”

“T-thanks?” Jessica stammered, when she heard whoever had been in the restrooms with them wash their hands and leave.

“You know it, honey,” Tammy replied with the kind of white, toothy smile only a wolf could muster. “Just remember to ask me before you soak your panties next time. ‘cause I’ll want those back tomorrow.”

And with that, after exchanging numbers, the wolf left, rinsing off her face quickly. Jessica could only pant, alone in the stall, as she tried to process what had just happened and could only draw a blank. All she could really say for sure was that it had felt completely amazing. She felt incredibly guilty about it, too. Girls weren’t supposed to let other people touch them. Especially other girls. Boys were bad but there was just something bad about doing it with girls.

Or was it? It had felt really good, and the wolf was… cute? No, she was hot, and just picturing her in her head made Jessica want her to touch her again. Only she had said that the next time she wanted it, she’d need Tammy a favor.

What was so forbidden about it? Why was feeling good so bad? It wasn’t like it was drugs or anything. And she couldn’t even get pregnant with other girls.

And even if she did get pregnant, what was wrong with that? Her mother had done it, at some point. As if it made a difference that it was with her father! The act was still the same.

There was something wrong about all the things Jessica had been told about sex. She realized that, now. Something that her parents had left out, surely, or maybe they’d just forgotten to tell her. But then again, she still felt rather hesitant about what had just happened. The conditioning ran deep, and what Jessica wasn’t sure about was if exploring that dark part of her mind would just lead to more.

Would Tammy ask the vixen to eat her out the next time? To put her mouth right there, on her pussy, and just… taste her? The grossness of the idea made Jessica shudder, but at the same time, she kind of wanted to, no matter how weird, gross, perverted, and wrong it was. There was an undeniable curiosity about it that had taken root in her mind. Especially the thought of giving the wolf the same kind of overwhelming pleasure as she had given her. That was hot.

It was incredibly hot.

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Tammy, too, reflected on the day’s events when she got home. She lived alone, these days, in a little run-down apartment. It wasn’t the comfiest place, but it did give her a place to invite friends, to get drunk, or to just quietly sit and think, which she actually did do sometimes.

Jessica’s taste was still fresh on her lips and tongue. Or if it wasn’t, then the wolf, at least, could just about imagine it. The vixen was tasty, but really, it was the implications of the act that really made it so delicious. Pure, perfect Jessica, moaning as she got eaten out by a slutty wolf at a public restroom.

And it’d be even better when the little vixen was slurping on her pussy. Maybe after watching a boy dump his load in her. And then him taking a turn with the fox too, only she wouldn’t be on the pill. She was far too perfect and pure to be on birth control.

That’d just be the hottest thing. Tammy was very well aware of just how pent up she felt, too. That was what the boys called it, anyway. Blue balls and all that. She knew that if she brought out her trusty vibrator, she’d probably cum just about instantly.

But the wolf didn’t want to cum. Most people liked to get off. She liked being horny. It was a source of inspiration and ideas, and it gave her the courage to try kinky stuff that she wouldn’t otherwise try. That was what she was relying on to really corrupt Jessica, too. She’d get her so horny she couldn’t say no to anything.

The tricky part was deciding just how hard to push. She could try to get a man involved next time, or she could just take her time and get the vixen totally comfortable with – and addicted to – eating pussy first. Maybe, the wolf thought, as she shrugged off her clothes and settled down for a relaxing evening of television and games, she’d just take things as they came. Let Jessica see her fooling around with boys, maybe let her watch one dump his load inside her, to make her understand it was no big deal.

And only then, once she believed everyone did it, would Tammy find a man to taint her perfect little pussy with its first load of cum.

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As she had dreaded, Jessica indeed couldn’t get yesterday’s encounter out of her head at all. It got in the way of doing her assignments, that constant tingling desire of someone experiencing sex and carnal pleasure for the first time. It was only made worse by knowing that she was wearing Tammy’s panties. Having them pressed tight against her own pussy, now. It made her want to rub herself again, just like Tammy had done earlier, but the wolf had told her not to ruin her panties.

Not only that, but she didn’t really dare try at home either, not with her parents around and probably listening. They were so proud of her, and had always been, because she focused on wholesome activities and did well in school rather than chasing after boys like “so many other girls.” She didn’t drink, smoke, didn’t have any sexy as heck piercings like Tammy… and in a way, knowing that she had violated that trust made Jessica feel bad about it.

At the same time, as she also kept repeating to herself while processing those events, it was definitely hot. And if her parents didn’t see or hear anything, they’d have no reason to be disappointed. She was just as good a girl as before, even if she had sex, wasn’t she?

Maybe she’d ask Tammy. The wolf seemed to have it all figured out. There was none of that awkward virgin sexuality to her acts. She knew exactly what she liked and did so confidently.

If I just ask her, I bet she’ll teach me too, was the main thought in the vixen’s head as she went to bed that night, firmly planting her hands on top of the blanket to keep them from wandering to her still thrumming pussy.

But I really shouldn’t.

The flame of rebellion flickered inside her. She wasn’t sure what to do. Thankfully, sleep did come eventually, and owing to her recent intense climax, it was actually restful. Jessica was swept off to the soothing world of dreams where, as of yet, the complications of lust and sexuality didn’t yet exist.

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The next few days were uneventful for the vixen. One might’ve assumed that the curses and blessings of puberty were a constant, once they arrived. Not so: everyone simply forgot the days it happened to them. Puberty came in waves, like the tide coming in, only it’d never recede again. So, for a few days, the vixen had no obvious interest in men or women.

Tammy knew that. She was only a year into true adulthood herself. She remembered how it had been, and she wasn’t dismayed. She only had to wait, patiently, and make no unwanted approaches before Jessica was feeling it again. At least she got her panties back the very next day, from a very heavily blushing and sheepish vixen.

In the meantime, she was rather aroused herself, owing to her refusal to just masturbate. She needed to retain that lust so she was instantly ready when her victim was. But it wasn’t as if she was the only one who could tell if someone was a little worked up. The boys in their class didn’t hesitate to hit on her, and Tammy’s poor reputation surely didn’t help. Everyone had to try their luck given how commonly she let them bury their cocks in her, especially when the wolf sat there with her nipples stiff against her shirt.

Sometimes, she gave in, just to get some particularly insistent one off her back. Tammy knew it was only encouraging their behaviour, but in a strange way, she found it endearing. The incessant, constant needy horniness that left almost every man dumb as a puppy about half the time, until well later into the years when they finally – supposedly – learned to control themselves.

It was no big deal, really. She was on the pill, so when someone got too insistent or irritating, Tammy took them to the girls’ bathroom and pulled up her skirt for them. Usually, they were done in just a few thrusts anyway, and the wolf was in turn left full of sticky, warm cum after they’d finished throbbing inside her.

Men. Men were simple. She could have any of them she wanted. But right now, Tammy’s attention was entirely on her little plan for Jessica, and she was much harder prey. Every now and then, as she sat in class the following days, usually enjoying the feeling of warm cum slowly oozing into her panties, she planned for their inevitable next encounter.

She had thought up all kinds of potential scenarios, but when it eventually happened, it was all pure instinct and impulse. Almost a full week after their first encounter, Tammy noticed a message on her phone. It was a one-word question, from Jessica. “Help?”

Just inconspicuous enough that if anyone else were to see it, the pure fox could claim she was asking for help with homework, or maybe a ride home, but Tammy knew exactly what she was asking for.

“just gimme five minutes ok,” she replied, stylishly in all lowercase, and then turned around to tell the man sitting next to her that she had changed her mind, and that she actually did want his cock, but that a friend of hers wanted to watch. “then bathroom like last time.”

They weren’t likely to get interrupted. Everyone else would be in class at the moment, and nobody except students used the bathrooms.

Another woman watching had probably never turned off a man in the history of mankind, and the muscular pony was no exception. Soon, they were in the women’s restroom with his pants off and his beautiful equine cock poking straight out, hard with the youthful influx of testosterone that’d last him well into his twenties, if not thirties. Obligingly, Tammy bent over the sinks and even pulled her panties to the side, revealing her – as usual – sopping wet pussy for the lucky pony, inviting him to use her for relief.

Of course, hot as the guy was, it wasn’t for his sake Tammy was doing this. It was to push Jessica just a little harder when she walked in, soon. The pony, on his part, wasted no time, grunting with satisfaction as pressed the blunt, meaty crown of his cock against Tammy’s freely offered pussy. And then, he slipped inside, making them both moan in unison.

“Mmh. Thank god for girls like you,” he grunted. “Knowing your place. Fuck, I really needed this.”

The attempts to somehow degrade her didn’t really work on Tammy. She got at least as much enjoyment as the pony did out of his cock. He was just a tool, even if he thought he was in control and all fierce and dominant, being allowed to empty his balls inside the wolf. Yeah, he was the one with a cock. But that meant nothing. Tammy moaned again, happily, thrusting back against the wolf even as he kept calling her a dirty slut.

Maybe, on some level, she was a dirty slut. But her point was that he was one too, and that there was nothing wrong with it. Not that she was too preoccupied with the philosophy of the matter at that very moment, with the magnificent cock pistoning in and out of her, using her leaking pussy like his personal toy.

Just then, the door to the restrooms creaked open. Jessica stepped inside, only to freeze like a deer in the headlights as she saw what her friend was up to. Her eyes went wide, and she could only stare.

“Mmh, hi Jess,” Tammy groaned. “Just a sec, I’ll help you soon.”

And then she proceeded to raise her leg onto the sinks so Jessica could clearly see the pony’s cock sliding into her, throbbing visibly as the stranger enjoyed her most intimate comforts. Like the two of them were just animals and this was all perfectly natural. Maybe it was, and maybe they were.

But Jessica was breathless. She had no idea who the pony was. Certainly, she’d never seen him and Tammy together, before, so it wasn’t as if he was her boyfriend – the only person who you should allow to do that kind of stuff to you – or anything like that. It was just some guy from whatever classes she was in, and from how loudly Tammy was moaning, she was loving every second of it. Of taking a total stranger’s cock.

She wasn’t even wearing a condom, and that meant that when the pony came he’d be shooting that white stuff – cum – into Tammy! Jessica had only seen it in videos that she’d accidentally stumbled upon, or that one time at the swimming hole near where she lived. It looked gross, and here Tammy was, letting it happen. No, not even that. She clearly wanted his cum inside her.

“Y-you won’t get… pregnant, will you?” she managed to squeak.

“Nff, I hope she does,” the pony groaned. He seemed to thrust harder as Jessica asked, as if the thought turned him on. “And you, too.”

“Shush, you just focus on dicking me,” Tammy replied in a sultry, low tone. She had someone much better in mind for that beautiful moment. A wolf she had known for a while now. Not that goddamn Jacques. But for now, her focus was on the pony’s amazing cock. “Jess, come closer. Just watch him. I want you to see this, because it’s really hot.”

Hesitantly, and with trembling little steps, the vixen did as directed. She approached in spite of the fierce, shy blush she was sporting. She couldn’t take her eyes off how beautiful Tammy looked like this. Or the pony. They both looked amazing, and the act so forbidden yet also deeply natural. Of course it did, she reasoned. Every pair of animals did it.

She was a good girl, though. She wasn’t supposed to like seeing the pony’s cock disappear deep into Tammy’s clutching pussy, nor admire how she visibly clenched around him, as if trying to milk him dry. But she did, anyway, staring and marvelling at just how wet their union was. She fought the urge to extend her tongue and lick the soaking mess of precum and Tammy’s lupine juices.

“Are you going to let him cum inside you?” Jessica asked. Her mouth felt dry as sandpaper, while her own pussy was in stark contrast to that dryness, already soaking her thigh-fur.

“Yeah. It feels amazing,” Tammy rumbled. That wasn’t a lie. She had a goal with saying it, but it was true regardless. “Really, really fantastic.”

“How… how does it feel?” Jessica stuttered as she watched the pony’s heavy balls tighten as he kept plunging his cock into Jessica’s squeezing cunt.

“Like a dip in cold water on a hot s-summer’s day,” Tammy stammered in response. She had the hardest time holding back the moans to form words instead, but it was important to eventually break the curious, innocent vixen.

The pony thrust harder. He snorted. “Well, you’re about to get to f-feel it, fuck,” he panted, his thrusts growing faster and faster under Jessica’s admiring gaze – she loved seeing every muscle flex as he did his studly duty, even if the sight was dirty – quickly approaching his orgasm.

Jessica wasn’t sure if she should’ve looked away. She wanted to see it, but it felt somehow forbidden, like all things sexy and erotic did to the sheltered young woman. It was Tammy who made her keep looking.

“Touch him,” the wolf commanded. Jessica felt like she was melting at her demanding voice. “Touch his cock! I want you to- to- f-fuck, keep your hand on his cock when he cums. Feel every f-fucking drop of cum he puts in me.”

“That’s right,” the pony drawled. “Feel me knock up your slutty friend.”

He widened his stance, eager to feel another woman’s touch while fucking the first. But for Jessica, what was casual for both Tammy and her lover was an immense, enormous decision.

She had never actually touched a cock before. She hadn’t touched any man below the waist, ever. It was all new to her, new and incredibly intense and exciting. On her own, she wouldn’t ever have dared. She would’ve run out of the room like her parents would’ve wanted her to. But Tammy insisted on her doing it, and Tammy wouldn’t to hurt her, would she?

She also really wanted to please the wolf, just as she had pleased her before. As such, Jessica did what she demanded. She reached out and placed her hand against the underside of the pony’s thick cock. The touch was electric. He felt so hot. Soft, yet incredibly hard at the same time. Smooth but veiny. Slick with Tammy’s juices. And his urethra bulging, ready to deliver his seed and pump it deep into the wolf’s willing body. Jessica couldn’t believe that Tammy wanted it, and worse yet, she was starting to want it too. The pleasure seemed rapturous. Could it really feel that good to get fucked by a boy?

Maybe it could. She really didn’t know. She couldn’t even imagine how it felt, but it made her pussy itch with longing. Suddenly, the pony tensed up. He snorted, and then neighed, his whole body shuddering as he compulsively thrust as deep into Tammy’s body as he could. Obediently, Jessica held her hand where she had placed it, right at the root of this cock. He throbbed, hard enough to make the vixen gasp. She pressed down firmly against the throbbing, and indeed, she could just about feel his cum rush past, all of it ending up in Tammy’s bare pussy.

The wolf moaned too, in absolute bliss.

Maybe she was laying it on a little thick to plant that seed of curiosity in Jessica’s mind, but it really did feel good. Amazing, even. Just perhaps not blissful. The heat erupting into her was soothing, though, and thinking about the risk of getting knocked up turned her on, too. Well, for Jessica. She was still on the pill, and would remain on it until old and grey.

Jessica stood there, wide-eyed like a doe in the headlights. She almost looked scared by the time the pony’s cock stopped twitching, his balls fully emptied into her friend.

“There you go. There’s your fuckin’ creampie, you cumslut,” the pony grunted. “How about your friend here? She want some too?”

No. Tammy had a special someone in mind, who was also more compatible with a fox than any equine could be, and as such far more likely to successfully impregnate her, if he only got one try.

“Not right now, she doesn’t,” Tammy replied, breathing heavily, when Jessica herself couldn’t muster a reply.

In truth, the vixen did want it. She knew she wasn’t supposed to, and she knew there was no way she could handle a cock that big – she was oddly jealous at how Tammy could – but she was even wetter now than last time when Tammy had rubbed her.

“Suit yourself. But if you ever need some real cock, I’ll be here,” he drawled, pulling out of Tammy’s well-used pussy. His cock was followed by a gush of spilled seed, the sight of which made Jessica shudder again. She knew, just like every girl who had gone to their sex ed classes, that even a single drop of it could give her a baby, and Tammy had so much inside her.

Just as he and the wolf began to get dressed – Tammy reassured Jessica that she would help with her “itch” later, in private – someone else stepped into the bathroom. The pony rushed out, being entirely the wrong gender for the room, leaving a very confused-looking deer looking at Jessica and Tammy, who thankfully had managed to hide the worst of the mess.

They left the restroom. Tammy leaned in to whisper her plan to Jessica once outside. She should come to her apartment later, in a few hours, and she would more than make up for the additional need that she had caused.

It was irritating. She had planned to make to make Jessica eat her out, right away, but with someone else intruding, she’d have to wait a little longer. At least it’d give her time to call her friend, first. Then it was just a matter of turning the innocent, pure little Jessica into a cunt-munching and cum-loving teen mom. Then again, maybe it’d have been too much too quickly. Maybe the interruption as a good thing, Tammy told herself, because it forced her to take things a little slower.

But only a little. She shivered at the devious perversion of the plan as she dialled the friend’s number.