Anger Management
#11 of Short Story - Dr. Tabitha Vega
Everyone has a breakdown, some are just worst than others.
It was just one of those days again. My days seemed to be getting longer and longer as each patient strolled in and out of my office. It was slow and sadly there wasn't anything interesting about any of them. Not to say I didn't care which I do care greatly, it's just there is only so many times you can talk one through a depression before it becomes routine and a little uninteresting.
What I needed was the guy who waltz down the street with his imaginary kid brother while beating himself on the head with a shoe. But alas I would not receive me shoe beating waltzer but a court ordered teenager with supposed anger issues and a history of bullying her classmates. Yippy.
Generally court ordered therapy went horribly at least for the first few weeks. They were always in denial and sometimes refused to talk. I was very persuasive though, not in the sexual way. Just needed to get that out there given my past present and probably future. It was more along the lines of me being able to relate in a "I have been there" kind of way.
It also helped that having the power to refuse to sign off on their time spent with me and force them to keep coming to me or go to jail.
This however was different. Teenage fox, preppy as all hell and the insignificant problems to boot. Getting her to talk was no problem, getting her to shut up was the trick. Then to make it even better she had nothing interesting to say. All this he said she said crap.
"Then she was like no and then she said we should so we went in and looked at her showering. She was still naked. She thought waiting till after everyone else to shower was going to leave her alone but no we all sat and watched her. Bitch prolly liked it though. She's a super closet lesbian."
I shook my head.
"So there is no reason to make someone's social anxiety worse by putting her in the exact position she was trying to avoid."
"I don't care, it was funny."
"It's not funny and you shouldn't make fun of someone's sexual preferences."
The fox flipped her snout up and huffed.
"Whatever she still prolly liked it, fucking lesbian whore. She prolly wished I was so we could go home and scissor or whatever gross shit lesbians would do. Even if I was I'd have better taste than that slut."
My ears perked up but maybe not for the reason you might think.
"Then tell me your type then." I said calmly.
"I don't know bitch. I don't go around trying to fuck girls all day."
My ears lowered again being called names. It's not that I couldn't take it but it's the fact I couldn't turn around and do it back. I wanted to get her off topic of the school and maybe into something unexplored to see what was really going on with her.
"Let's say hypothetically you had to pick a girl to go out on a date with, what would be the main qualities you would look for?"
She huffed
"Well she would have to be hot but not hotter than me. I don't like competition. Plus if we were out I'd want people looking at me and not her."
She looked at me with a grin.
"I have always liked the pred n' prey thing so maybe a nice bunny slut to prance around. It would be so easy to push them around since they can't fight back. Just a perfect pet to lick my pussy because I would obviously be the top in the relationship. You wouldn't catch me licking her pussy."
"You sound greedy and very controlling but.."
I began before hanging on my last word holding the suspense a little for my own enjoyment.
"But what?"
"But one who has something to hide or are are ashamed of something they tend to over react and over compensate for the inner feelings."
The fox glared at me.
"What are you saying that I'm thrilled closet lez? Ha you fucking wish. You probably thought I was talking about you just now then too. I thought you supposed to be smart but now you're really just a dumb bunny slut who gets her panties all wet and sticky at the thought of being my slave!"
"Lower your tone or I will ask you to leave." I said trying to remain calm.
"Yeah right. You don't have the balls to kick me out. Might as well just sign that court paper now and let me get back to my life already."
"Not without you completing your mandatory counseling sessions. You need to learn to control your emotions and know what hurts other people."
She stood up from the couch.
"You don't know me and you won't know me so fuck you bitch!"
I would love to say I blacked out at this point but I didn't. I knew full well what I was doing as I stood to face her.
"Sit down or get out."
Still trying to stay calm.
She sat down almost instantly.
"Good." But I didn't take my seat.
"Doesn't that feel better?"
She shook her head no and just looked up at me with her big pathetic eyes.
"Aww is someone afraid of authority?"
I didn't stop as I got closer leaning down, cupping my paw around her lower jaw.
"No.." She said weakly and I just smiled back at her.
"And to go back to your statement earlier, I do know. I know your inner self better than you do or at least what you are willing to admit."
I kept pushing her over until she was laying on her back on the couch and I was straddling her curvy chest between my knees.
"So are you going to tell me what you are or do are you going to play hard to get?"
She stayed silent and didn't want to look at me.
"You will feel better about yourself once you admit that you're a lesbian. Yes people will judge you but you will be better for it in the long run."
She mumbled something under her breath.
"What's that?" I pressed.
"I like girls..I guess." She added.
I reached my paw behind me and lifted up her school uniform and rubbed my paw roughly against her sex through her thong.
"You're almost there. Say it loud and proud!"
She groaned and squirmed a bit but I never felt like she ever wanted me off of her.
"Come on now, you're barely fighting. If you didn't like it then you of told me to stop already."
I got braver, slipping her thong to the side and began to roughly massage her clit.
She clamped her maw tightly as I kept roughly teasing her. I could hear her stifling moans as I poked and prodded at her button before shoving my fingers roughly inside her, working my own magic against her young pussy.
"Say it!"
"I'm a lesbian!" She moaned out, throwing her head back as a volley of moans flowed from her lips.
"I'm like girls as much as I do guys.."
She said in as breathy voice as she began to submit more to my fingers and finally relax.
"Ha, there it is! I knew you were a little dyke."
She looked up at me pathetically. It was an odd face. Her eyes said she was upset and humiliated but her mouth was screaming in pleasure both literally and figuratively.
"No!"
She moaned out.
"You just said you were though. You can't backtrack so soon."
I slipped my own panties to the side and raised up over her lips.
"Here let me remind you since you seem to have forgotten so easily."
I pressed myself down against her snout. I could feel her trying to wiggle free but unfortunately for her that her cute little nose was teasing me as she twisted back and forth trying to get free.
"Come on carpet munch. The faster you accept what you are fully the sooner the healing can begin."
It was only a few more short moments of defiance before her long tongue lapped at my outer lips before plunging inside. I could feel her start slow, assuming she was just getting used to my taste before her tongue really got going.
I want to say she was an old pro but it was arguably her first time eating anyone out. That was fine with me, it made me feel special that I was the first girl she had ever pleasured orally, how willing she was though was up for debate.
With how deep she was getting now I could make an argument that she wanted it more than anything. Especially with how wet my fingers were as I kept pounding them deeper into her tight young slit.
Oh how the coy and the prudes blossom into the dirtiest sluts.
"Oh fuck. You have no idea how perfect this is for the day I have had. My pussy needed your lying dyke tongue tasting."
I moaned more knowing I could probably be heard through the door but I didn't care.
"Yes! Here comes your first taste of girl cum!" I screamed and shook my head, my eyes shut tight as I groaned.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked around and there she was, but not as I left her. She was sitting there still rambling on about how she owns the world. I looked her over and then at myself. Nothing was out of place except for a bit of hair that hung in front of my glasses. I pushed it back and looked intently at the girl before my brain began to process what she was saying.
"Bitch are you even listening?" She said harshly.
I began to feel the strings of my brain snap and I stood up from my chair.
...... And that's where I blacked out.