Chapter 2: Daddy's Princess

Taylor's eyes widened in shock as Cole's lips crashed against his own. The sudden kiss sent electricity coursing through his body, igniting every nerve ending. Cole's tongue, hot and insistent, slipped past Taylor's parted lips and explored the warm cavern of his mouth with a hunger that left Taylor breathless.

Instinctively, Taylor's hands flew up to Cole's chest, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer. The fabric of Cole's shirt bunched under his fingers as he grappled with the conflicting emotions surging through him. Taylor could feel the firm muscles under Cole's short fur. Fur that was still slightly damp with sweat, the skin underneath feeling like it was on fire.

Cole's paws, meanwhile, began a sensual exploration of Taylor's newly adorned body. His calloused finger pads trailed along the exposed skin of Taylor's midriff, tracing the line where fur met the tight fabric of the tube top. Taylor shivered at the touch, a soft moan escaping into Cove's mouth.

Emboldened by Taylor's response, Cole's hands slid lower, cupping the curve of Taylor's ass through the thin material of the mini skirt. He squeezed gently, pulling Taylor's hips forward, right up against his own. The lace of the panties the cat wore provided a tantalizing friction against Taylor's growing arousal, trapped beneath the confines of the skirt.

Breaking the kiss, Cole's tongue blazed a trail along Taylor's jawline, down to the sensitive skin of his neck. The lab's teeth grazed the edge of the choker, sending shivers down Taylor's spine.

"Fuck, Taylor," Cole breathed against his skin, his voice husky with desire. "I've wanted to do this for so long."

Taylor's head swam with the revelation, his body responding to Cole's touch in ways he'd never imagined. As Cole's paws continued their exploration, dipping beneath the hem of the skirt to caress the bare fur above the thigh-highs, Taylor realized that things were quickly spiraling out of control. As their hips ground together, Taylor became immediately aware of the hardness of Cole's crotch as it rubbed against his own.

Cole's head pulled back for a moment and both of their eyes locked onto one another's. Taylor felt slightly dizzy and out of breath.

“Cole?" Taylor said in a shaky breathless voice.

A small smile spread across Cole's mouth as he leaned forward again. Their lips met once more. This time their kiss was less urgent and slower, yet even more intense. Taylor's eyes closed as he gave in to the overwhelming sensation. When their lips parted, a thin trail of saliva briefly stretched out between them. The lab's smile morphed once again into a cocky grin as he slowly pushed his hips forward and rubbed his hard length against Taylor's cock. Taylor shuttered, another small moan escaping his lips despite himself. The reaction was the only consent the lab needed as he took a step back.

Cole reached for the front of his pants, unbuttoned them, and pulled them and his boxers down in a single movement. Cole's cock sprung free and Taylor's eyes went wide. The hard, erect pole of Cole's manhood was easily double the size of his own. The red flesh pulsed slightly and curved upward to a pointed tip. The girthy sheathed base was surrounded by the neatly trimmed black fur of the lab's groin fur. Immediately below hung Cole's impressively large and black-furred balls.

"Why don't you show me what a good little princess you can be— Suck it." Cole commanded.

Taylor hesitated, unsure of what he should do. “Dude? Cole - I-I dunno man." Taylor said his voice stuttering and barely above a whisper.

“I wasn't asking," Cole said a harsh edge to his voice.

The words sent another shiver through Taylors body. The intensity of Cole's gaze made Taylor feel powerless, yet he had never felt more turned on in his entire life.

"You were made for this Princess, now suck my cock." Cole commanded again, this time gentler.

Those words were the last push Taylor needed. The cat slowly lowered himself down onto his knees, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coloring his cheeks and ears. Taylor licked his lips unconsciously, his mind racing with the implications of Cole's request. His mini skirt suddenly felt even shorter as the fabric rode up his hips, the thigh-high leggings accentuating every movement of his legs. Taylor's hands trembled slightly as he reached out towards Cole's cock. The heat radiating from it was palpable, even before Taylor's fingers made contact. The cool floor against his knees was a stark contrast to the heat the cat felt throughout the rest of his friends body.

As Taylor's wrapped his paw around his friend's shaft, the cat couldn't help but marvel at the contrast between the softness of the skin and the hardness beneath. It didn't feel much different from his own yet knowing that it was Cole in front of him filled Taylor with nervous energy. As Taylor slowly, almost reverently, stroked Cole's cock, he hesitated one final time. Taylor looked up at Cole. Their eyes locked onto one another. In that gaze, Taylor saw desire, encouragement, and something deeper – a barely contained lust that only now was Taylor starting to see and understand.

Cole's cock was so close. Taylor could see every vein, every detail. He could smell the strong musky scent that was every bit lab, every bit his friend. With a deep breath, Taylor leaned forward, his lips parting. As Taylor's mouth enveloped Cole's cock, the lab's body trembled and a low rumble emanated from Cole's throat.

The taste was strange and strong. There was a salty tang but also an earthy hint of skin. The lewdness of it threatened to overwhelm Taylor's senses. Taylor continued, wrapping his lips around Cole's cock. The weight of Cole's manhood on his tongue, the musky scent filling his nostrils, it was all so new yet oddly exciting.

Taylor began to move his head, taking more of Cole's length into his mouth. At the same time, his mind raced with conflicting emotions. He'd never imagined himself in this position, on his knees in a skirt and thigh-highs, pleasuring his best friend. Yet here he was, and to his surprise, he found himself enjoying it. The soft moans escaping Cole's lips sent thrills of pleasure coursing through Taylor's body, igniting a fire he never knew existed.

Taylor's hands gripped Cole's thighs, steadying himself as he explored this new act. He experimented with different techniques, swirling his tongue around the head, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked. Taylor drew upon everything he had ever seen or read about. Each reaction from Cole spurred the cat on, filling him with a sense of power and pride.

Occasionally when he did something that elicited a loud gasp of moan, Taylor would feel Cole's cock pulse in his mouth. The sensation always accompanied by a fresh salty burst. The taste of Cole's pre-cum on his tongue was strange but not unpleasant. Taylor found himself craving more. He was eager to please and to experience everything this encounter had to offer. So much so that Taylor quickly started to string together movements and techniques that coaxed even more out of his friend. The realization that he was enjoying this so much only added to the cat's excitement, as his own arousal strained beneath the confines of the lace panties he wore.

As Taylor continued his ministrations, he felt Cole's hands tangle in his hair. The gentle touch gradually became more insistent, guiding Taylor's movements. Taylor glanced up and saw Cole with his head thrown back. The lab was panting, his muscles shaking with raw need. It was intoxicating, knowing he was the cause of such passion.

Cole's grip tightened, as his hips began to thrust forward more forcefully. Taylor gagged slightly at first, unprepared for the sudden intrusion. But he quickly adapted, relaxing his throat and allowing Cole to take control. The feeling of submission washing over him as his mind began to go blank.

"Fuck, Taylor," Cole groaned, his voice husky with pleasure. "You're such a good little cocksucker. I knew you would be."

The words should have embarrassed Taylor, but instead, they only made him even more eager to please. He moaned around Cole's cock, the vibrations eliciting a sharp gasp from his friend. Taylor's hands moved to Cole's ass, encouraging him to thrust deeper. Cole took the invitation, his movements becoming more forceful. He held Taylor's head steady, fucking into his mouth with increasing intensity.

Taylor struggled to breathe, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, but he didn't want it to stop. Even as his vision began to dim from the lack of air and the sensations began overwhelming him - the stretch of his lips, the fullness in his throat, the ache in his jaw. He lost himself in the rhythm of Cole's thrusts, surrendering completely to the moment. His own cock continued to strain against the lace panties, leaking pre-cum and creating a damp spot on the delicate fabric.

As Cole's movements became more erratic, his breathing became heavy and labored. Taylor knew the lab was close, and could feel the tension building in Cole's body. Part of him wanted to pull back, to finish Cole with his hand, but a larger part craved the completion of this act. Taylor just wasn't sure how much more he could take. His lungs burned, desperate for air, but he needed to see this through. Taylor wanted, needed, his reward.

With a guttural groan, Cole thrust deep, holding Taylor's head firmly against his groin. Then it happened. Taylor felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of his throat, hot and thick. Cole's cock was so far back that the first heavy pulse had nowhere else to go but straight into his gut. Taylor gagged as his throat convulsed around the foreign body invading it. His claws dug into Cole's thighs as the lab inched back out of reflex. Cole then proceeded to dump the rest of his load into Taylor's mouth.

Wave after wave of Cole's release, thick white cum, filled Taylor's maw as Cole's cock pulsed and throbbed. Taylor gasped and choked, breathing through his nose as he tried to swallow as much as he could, but some escaped, trickling down his chin. The taste was bitter and salty, unlike anything he'd experienced before, yet Taylor found himself savoring it. The cat even reaching his paw up and cupping Cole's balls, lightly squeezing them as if to coax out as much of the lab's potent seed as possible.

When Cole's orgasm subsided, his grip on Taylor's hair loosened. Allowing Taylor to slowly pulled back and letting the lab's softening cock slip from his mouth. Cole looked down at his friend, lips swollen and glistening, bleary-eyed and panting, a mix of saliva and cum on his chin and cheek. The sight of Taylor, disheveled and debauched in his feminine outfit, sent a final shudder through Cole's body. The lab struggled to steady his own breathing as his muscles trembled.

Taylor sat back on his heels, catching his breath. His mind whirled with the implications of what had just happened. He'd always thought of himself as straight and had never considered doing anything like this with another guy, let alone his best friend. Yet here he was, the taste of Cole's cum still on his tongue, feeling more aroused than he ever had in his entire life.

"Holy shit, Taylor," Cole breathed, looking down at his friend with a mix of awe and affection. "That was... fuck, I don't even have words."

Taylor felt a surge of pride at Cole's reaction. He'd done that, had reduced his confident, cocky friend to this breathless state. It was a heady feeling, one that made him crave more. He realized that he wanted to explore this further, to see just how far they could take this newfound dynamic. Yet another part of him was dealing with the realization of what they had just done. The implications of which were so wide and far-reaching that Taylor couldn't even bring himself to think about it.

As Cole helped him to his feet, Taylor became embarrassed, acutely aware of his own arousal. The skirt doing little to hide the bulge straining against the lace panties. Cole's eyes traveled down Taylor's body, a smirk playing on his lips as he noticed his friend's state.

"Looks like someone enjoyed themselves," Cole teased, his paw reaching out to brush against the front of Taylor's skirt. The light touch sent sparks of pleasure through Taylor's body, making him gasp.

Cole's paw reached up and lifted Taylors' chin, his thumb rubbing across Taylors' cheek. The lab's eyes scanned Taylor's own, searching for something.

“You okay Princes?" Cole whispered.

The sudden shift in tone caught the cat off guard. Taylor wasn't sure. He wasn't sure what any of this meant. He wasn't sure if this was even really happening. But as he looked into Cole's eyes all he could say was “Y-yeah."

Cole leaned in and ran his tongue up the side of the cat's face in a tender lick. The lab tasted traces of his earlier orgasm on the cat's skin but he didn't mind. If anything it made him want to taste Taylor even more. The licks continued slowly and affectionately. Then something in the lab's demeanor changed.

“Come with me," Cole said as he reached down and grabbed Taylors paw, pulling him back towards his room.

Taylor hesitated.

Cole looked back at him. A devious smirk grew on the lab's face, “That wasn't a request."

Taylor's body shuddered and he complied. Together the two walked back into Cole's room. As they stood in front of Cole's bed, Cole's paws gripped Taylor's shoulders. He spun the cat around and pushed Taylor down onto the sheets with a forceful yet playful shove. Taylor's heart raced as he found himself face-down on the soft comforter, the cool fabric cushioning his fall. He felt exposed, vulnerable, yet thrillingly alive as Cole's strong paws gripped his hips, lifting them up.

"Ass up, princess," Cole growled, his voice thick with renewed desire.

Taylor complied, arching his back and presenting himself to his friend. The mini skirt rode up, barely covering anything now. He felt Cole's fingers hook into the waistband of the lace panties, and with a swift, forceful motion, Cole tore them down. The fabric caught around Taylor's thighs, restricting his movement and trapping his aching cock in a web of delicate lace.

The cool air hit Taylor's exposed ass, making him shiver. He buried his face in Cole's sheets, overwhelmed by a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Cole's hands kneaded the cat's ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Taylor's breath hitched. He was unsure of what was to come next.

So when Cole's hot breath ghosted over his sensitive fur, sending shivers up Taylor's spine. Then, without warning, Cole's tongue lapped at his rear entrance. The sensation was unlike anything Taylor had ever experienced before. It was shocking, foreign, and yet incredibly pleasurable.

"Oh fuck," Taylor moaned, his voice muffled by Cole's bedding.

Encouraged by Taylor's reaction, Cole dove in with more enthusiasm. His tongue circled Taylor's rim, teasing and probing the sensitive ring of flesh. Taylor's hips bucked involuntarily, pressing back against Cole's face, silently begging for more. But Cole's hands gripped Taylor's ass tighter, holding him in place as the lab continued his assault. His tongue became more insistent, pushing past the tight muscles and delving deeper into Taylor's most intimate area.

The wet, warm intrusion sent waves of pleasure coursing through Taylor's body. Taylor's mind was a whirlwind of sensation and emotion. He'd never imagined that this part of his body could bring such intense pleasure. Each swirl and thrust of Cole's tongue sent sparks of ecstasy through him, building a pressure that threatened to overwhelm him.

Cole alternated between long, broad strokes and pointed jabs, keeping Taylor on edge. Cole's cold nose occasionally rubbed against Taylor's sensitive skin, adding another layer of sensation to the mix.

Taylor found himself rocking back against Cole's face, chasing the pleasure that seemed to build with each passing moment. Just when Taylor thought he couldn't take anymore, Cole's tongue pushed deeper still. It hit a spot inside him that made Taylor see stars. He cried out, his voice breaking as he clutched at the bedsheets.

"Fuck, Cole! Right there!" Taylor gasped, abandoning any pretense of restraint.

Cole immediately focused his attention on that spot, his tongue relentlessly stimulating it. Taylor's whole body trembled, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. His cock, still trapped in the confines of the tangled panties, throbbed painfully, drooled precum, desperate for release. Just as Taylor thought he might climax from Cole's rimming alone, his friend pulled back.

Taylor whimpered at the sudden loss, his hips instinctively seeking out more stimulation. He heard Cole chuckle behind him, a low, satisfied sound that sent shivers down his spine.

"Turn over," Cole commanded, his voice husky with desire.

Taylor complied, rolling onto his back. The sight that greeted him took his breath away as Cole reached down and pulled off his shirt. The lab knelt, naked, between his spread legs, lips glistening and eyes dark with lust. Taylor's cock strained against the tangled panties, a damp spot visible where pre-cum had soaked through the delicate fabric. The cat's skirt was reduced to little more than a scrunched-up piece of fabric around the his midsection.

Cole's fingers traced the outline of Taylor's erection through his lace panties, the light touch sending jolts of pleasure through Taylor's oversensitized body. Taylor bucked his hips upward, silently pleading for more.

"Patience, princess," Cole teased. "We're going to take this nice and slow."

With agonizing deliberation, Cole peeled the panties down from Taylor's cock. The cool air hit Taylor's heated flesh, making him gasp. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking, desperate for attention. Attention Cole was eager to give, at his own discretion.

Cole wrapped his paw around Taylor's shaft, his grip firm but not tight. He began to stroke, his movements maddeningly slow. Taylor's hips jerked, trying to increase the friction, but Cole used his free paw to pin him down onto the bed.

"Ah, ah," Cole chided. "I'm in control here. You'll cum when I say you can."

Taylor whimpered, torn between frustration and arousal.

Cole's paw continued its leisurely pace, occasionally twisting on the upstroke. Each touch sent sparks of pleasure through Taylor's body, building the pressure but never quite enough to push him over the edge. Time seemed to lose all meaning as Cole teased and tormented him.

“Have you been a good little princess?" Cole asked, his voice low and rumbling.

Taylor hesitated and his body tensed. Cole's paw stopped and Taylor whimpered as he tried to buck his hips upward once more into his friend's paw. He failed to get any stimulation as Cole's other paw still firmly held him down.

“Use your words, princess." Cole admonished the cat as he ran his thumb over Taylor's sensitive crown. Taylor gasped as his hips shook.

“y-yes." He whispered.

“And what do you want, princess? Tell me." Cole asked as his paw began slowly stroking Taylor's length once more.

“I-I want to cum, please— Please let me cum." Taylor pleaded as he continued to squirm.

"That's a good girl---"

Taylor's world narrowed to the sensations coursing through his body - the slide of Cole's paw on his cock, the lingering tingles from the rimming, the scratch of the lace against his thighs. He was vaguely aware that he was babbling, a stream of pleas and curses falling from his lips.

Just when Taylor thought he couldn't take anymore, Cole's pace increased. His strokes became firmer, faster, the change in rhythm catching Taylor off guard. The pressure that had been building for what felt like hours suddenly intensified, rushing towards a peak.

"Cum for me, princess," Cole growled, his voice low and commanding.

Those words were all it took to push Taylor over the edge. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, more intense than anything he'd ever experienced before. His back arched off the bed, a cry of pure ecstasy tearing from his throat as he came. Rope after rope of cum painted his stomach and chest, some even reaching as far as his chin. Cole stroked him through it, drawing out every last drop until Taylor was a quivering, oversensitive mess.

As the aftershocks of his orgasm rippled through him, Taylor collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent. His chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, his mind reeling from the intensity of what he'd just experienced. As Taylor's breathing steadied, his body still tingling from the intense orgasm, Cole's paw trailed down his cum-splattered chest. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Cole scooped up the sticky fluid, coating his fingers liberally.

"Waste not, want not," Cole murmured, his voice husky and low.

Taylor watched, mesmerized, as Cole used his cum-slicked paw to lubricate his own erect cock. The sight of his release being spread over Cole's impressive length sent a shudder through Taylor's body. His spent manhood twitched with interest, despite his recent climax.

Then Cole lifted and pulled one of Taylor's legs free of his panties, leaving the garment hanging on Taylor's other leg. It served as a reminder of the feminine attire that had started this wild adventure. Next, Cole positioned himself between Taylor's thighs, pushing them apart with his strong paws. Then Cole pressed the head of his cock against Taylor's entrance.

"You ready to be my good little girl?" Cole growled, his eyes dark with lust.

The words sent a jolt of arousal through Taylor's body. He nodded, unable to form words as Cole began to push inside him. The stretch was intense. Taylor gasped as an initial sharp pain led to an unpleasant stretching sensation. He turned his head and hid his face in a pillow.

“Uhh, shit. Ow," Taylor hissed as he strained and tried to twist his hips away, but Cole's paws held him firmly in place.

"Fuck, you're tight," Cole groaned, forcefully and slowly sinking himself deeper into Taylor's warm slick ass.

Taylor whimpered, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled. He wasn't sure if he could do this. He felt like he was tearing in half. Taylor turned his head towards Cole, intending to tell him to stop but then paused.

The lab's body was slick with sweat, every muscle taunt in concentration. Cole's eyes bore into Taylors own. There was the same desire and lust as earlier but there was also something more now, a tenderness- a look of concern, of worry, of uncertainty. Taylor felt his heart skip a beat as he relaxed his body.

Cole gasped as the resistance inside Taylor diminished, the lab moaning as he sank in further. "Mmmmm, Such a perfect little hole for my cock. You feel so good Princess, so fucking good."

Cole's words, crude and degrading, only served to heighten Taylor's arousal. He wanted more. Taylor never imagined he'd enjoy being talked to like this, but each filthy phrase sent sparks of pleasure through his body.

As Cole bottomed out, he paused, giving Taylor a moment to adjust. The fullness was unlike anything Taylor had ever experienced. He still felt uncomfortably full and vulnerable, but also utterly possessed by his best friend. He felt connected with Cole in a way he had never felt before, more than their current physical connection.

"That's it, princess," Cole cooed, running a paw along Taylor's thigh. "You were made for this, weren't you? Made to take my cock like the good little slut you are."

Taylor moaned, the degradation stoking the fire building inside him even further.

"Yes," he gasped, surprising himself with how much he meant it. "Please, Cole, fuck me."

Cole didn't need to be told twice. He pulled back slowly before slamming forward, setting a punishing pace. Each thrust drove the air from Taylor's lungs, leaving him gasping and clutching at the sheets.

"Look at you," Cole grunted, his hips snapping forward relentlessly. "All dolled up in your pretty little outfit, taking my cock like you were born for it. You love this, don't you?"

"Yes!" Taylor cried out, beyond shame or hesitation now. "God, yes, I love it!"

Cole's hand wrapped around Taylor's throat, applying just enough pressure to make his head swim. The choker dug into his skin, a constant reminder of his feminized state. Taylor's cock, still soft, bobbed between them, leaving smears of pre-cum on his stomach.

"Such a dirty little girl," Cole growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "I bet you've been dreaming of this, haven't you? Dreaming of being held down and fucked like the slut you are."

Taylor's mind reeled at Cole's words. Had he been dreaming of this? The intensity of his earlier orgasm, the way his body responded to every degrading comment, made him wonder if there had always been a part of him craving this.

"Tell me," Cole demanded, his hand tightening slightly on Taylor's throat. "Tell me how much you love being my little princess."

"I love it!" Taylor gasped, the words tumbling out unbidden. "I love being your fucktoy, your slut, your good little girl. Please, Cole, use me, make me yours!"

Cole's eyes flashed with triumph. He released Taylor's throat, grabbing his hips instead and lifting them off the bed. The new angle allowed him to drive even deeper, hitting the same spot as earlier within Taylor. Stars exploded once again behind Taylor's eyes as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He was vaguely aware of the moans escaping his mouth. The more Cole pounded into him, the more Taylor craved.

"Look at you," Cole panted, his pace becoming frantic. "So desperate for my cock. You're my little princess. A pretty little cocksleeve dressed up in skirts and stockings, aren't you?"

"Yes!" Taylor cried out, beyond coherent thought now. "I'm your cocksleeve. Please, Cole, I need it!"

Cole's hips began to frantically piston back and forth. The bed underneath them rattled and slammed against the wall over and over and over again.

“Fuck…" Cole cried out as he leaned in closer,"l. I'm gonna- Taylor - I-i'm!"

Taylor reached up and wrapped his arms and legs around the lab's body. The cat's ass clenched around Cole's cock, pushing his friend over the edge. With a guttural groan, Cole slammed in deep, filling Taylor with his hot release. Taylor moaned as Cole cried out the cat's name between shuddering gasps for air. Taylor felt Cole's orgasm ripple through the lab's body and pour inside of him, a warm sensation spreading out from his core. The feeling of being claimed so thoroughly sent aftershocks of pleasure through Taylor's oversensitive body. His own semihard cock drooled and spurted a mixture of precum and cum between them, wetting their stomachs.

As they both came down from their highs, Cole collapsed on top of Taylor, their sweaty bodies pressed together. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the lingering scent of sex. Taylor's mind whirled as he processed everything that had happened.

He'd discovered sides of himself he never knew existed, desires he'd never imagined. As Cole's softening cock slipped out of him, Taylor felt a strange sense of loss. Cole rolled to the side, pulling Taylor into his arms. They lay there in silence for a moment, both processing the intensity of what they'd just shared.

"You okay?" Cole asked softly, a hint of concern in his voice. His forehead resting against Taylor's own.

Taylor nodded slightly, snuggling closer to Cole's warm body. "Yeah," he murmured. "More than okay."

As they lay there, Taylor's mind drifted to the future. College loomed ahead, threatening to separate them. But after this afternoon, Taylor knew things would never be the same between them. Whatever happened next, he was certain of one thing - he wanted more of this, more of Cole, more of the exhilarating freedom he'd found in submission and degradation.

The sun was setting outside, casting long shadows across Cole's room. Their last summer together stretched ahead of them, full of promise and possibility. As Taylor drifted off to sleep in Cole's arms, he couldn't help but smile. Losing that bet had turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to him.