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The following contains F/F sex and light S&M type things.

This was inspired by a certain podcast of brothers discussions of a certain popular S&M book/movie series. It is slightly goofy.

Reader discretion is advised.

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A First Tint of Mauve

The dark oak halls appeared that they had never heard of dust. Winter rubbed her shoulder. The black cat in torn blue jeans and a faded Power Paladins t-shirt that she'd worn for the past three days did not belong here. Beneath her bare paw pads the violet carpet was the very incarnation of plush.

Behind her walked the skunk, Chalybist Mauve. The lady wore a golden gown that likely cost more than Winter's childhood home and a smirk that somehow both comforted and terrified, "Take the next left, dear." Chaly instructed. Winter nodded while attempting to ignore that she was in a home where such phrasing of directions was pragmatic.

Winter met the skunk a week prior. The skunk eame to the coffee shop where Winter worked as a barista. It was a hectic day, and the Ms. Maurve ordered an elaborate drink. Winter had swore at the woman in her mind but complied despite the annoyance. After completeing the drink the skunk thanked Winter and tipped her a pittance. Winter felt that she had been tested to see how she handled such exacting instruction while under duress. Winter assumed the skunk a mystery shopper and there was some sort of review coming.

That was not the case. The skunk returned two days later at a more moderate time, but purchased an equally complex beverage, which again Winter prepared to specification. The third day the woman arrived it was a much slower time. She ordered simply a coffee and mixed in her own cream. She struck up small talk with Winter, nothing out of the ordinary.

Winter questioned her coworkers about the strange skunk, but the woman had not shown up anytime Winter had not been on shift. And she seemed to position herself so that it was Winter who waited on her. Winter found this slightly creepy, but was somewhat beguiled by the skunk. She chose to hold off on notifying the police.

The next time the skunk arrived it was again for a simple coffee and some small talk. This time the questions asked felt more like an interview. One where the questions asked were ones the interviewer had felt particularly clever for having come up with.

The most recent time of the woman's arrival was that afternoon. She invited Winter to her home. The cat accepted, stating she would be finished with her shift in a few hours. Chaly convinced Winter's manager to let Winter leave then and there as business was slow. She also assured Winter to not worry over lost wages.

Winter changed from her work clothes into the aforementioned jeans and t-shirt. They were picked up from the curb by Chaly's driver in Chaly's silver sedan. Winter was terrified to touch anything in that car including the seat in which she sat. She feared getting a bill later. Chaly assured her there was nothing to worry over. Those assurances barely sufficed to get Winter into the car and home to Chaly's manor.

"At the end of this hall is my game room," Chaly informed.

"What sorts of games? Video? Billiards? Board?" Winter asked. None of those were the types of games she expected.

"Hehe, not exactly," Chaly confirmed Winter's suspicions. "I mean, I do have an older model ZedStation in there but only for a few, heh, select sorts of games. But that is not what I have in mind today."

Winter nodded without looking back. She pulled open the door at the end of the hall. Inside was not what she expected, though she didn't know what she had expected. The room was a large circular room with wooden panel walls and plush green carpet. But beyond that nothing was to be seen. A moment of looking over the walls and Winter began to pick out small gaps in the paneling. They certainly hid the equipment to be used in whatever games Chaly had in store.

The skunk slipped past Winter. Her large tail brushed over Winter's own long and thin one. The skunk pressed on a panel, she folded it down, and out rolled a lovesea, er, sofa. "Please, take a seat." Winter did as instructed. Ms. Mauve opened yet another panel and out rolled a small bar. "Would you care for a drink?" she asked.

"Um, not right now." Winter replied.

"Suit yourself," Chaly produced a glass for herself. She added to it meticuloiusly measured amounts of ice, gin, vermouth, and olive juice. She stirred her dirty martini together with three swirls of a long twisted spoon. She sipped and gave an 'ahh' sound to indicate the perfection of her cocktail.

She stepped to the center of the room. "You caught my eye some months ago. I had hoped to make a move much sooner but work got in the way. I'm certain you can tell I was testing you in these recent visits to your place of employment. I have found such caution necessary, after all I've had many a, for lack of a better term, crush on a pretty face only to find that beauty extremely only fur deep. You certainly seem on the level.

"I am a woman of extremely eclectic and specific sexual tastes. I have brought you here in the hopes that you will fufill for me those desires. Of course I would never require you do something with which you were uncomfortable. So before I continue I must ask if this is something that piques your interest?"

Winter thought a moment. She needed to by herself time for her mind to clear. "Shouldn't you have asked me that before bringing me here?"

"Perhaps," the skunk replied. She gestured with her drink at the walls, "but I like to give a nice advertisement of what I have to offer before I try to make the sale."

"So, this is basically prostitution?" Winter didn't have a problem with prostitution, per se. She did have a small hope to someday hire a partner just for the fun of it but had not worked up the courage to do so yet. The closest she'd actually come was a 'prostitution party' once, which was actually just some college friends and her getting drunk and giving each other oral while passing the same ten note around. So that didn't really count.

"Again, perhaps a little. But in the philosophical sense I find that most everyone has a price for most anything. And while I don't presume to know what yours is, I at least want you to have a guess at what I'm willing to pay," the skunk grinned.

Again Winter had to think on things. She asked, "If I say 'yes' now can I still say 'no' later?"

"Of course. That would be horribly immoral not to mention illegal to do otherwise."

"Then sure, I'll at least see what you're offereing."

"Eee," the skunk squeeled like a teenager whose object of affection briefly glanced in their direction. She pulled the straps of her gown off her shoulders. The golden fabric fell to the green floor. The skunk wore nothing beneath. Her pink nipples stood eagerly from the black fur of her generous breasts. Light amounts of moisture were visible on the swollen lips of her pussy.

Winter had to keep from grabbing herself at the sudden nudity of the gorgeous skunk woman. Her own nipples grew to bite into the fabric of her bra. The cat flicked her tail in excitement. She tried to compose herself. Her eyes caught the bar and realized she was feeling a bit more comfortable now. "I think I would not mind a drink now." She said.

The freshly nude skunk's face soured. "Well that's a thing to hear after stripping."

Winter clasped her hands to her mouth. "I didn't mean it that way."

Chaly chuckled, "I know. I tease you. What would you like?"

The cat glanced to the martini on the bar. She'd never had one but had heard horror stories. Still she wanted to match her host's tastes. "Gin and tonic?" she thought that was a thing people drank with that particular spirit.

"Coming right up," the skunk made the drink with the same measured precision she had her own.

Winter choked down a gulp of burning pine tree. "It's good," she forced herself to lie. Another sip and she turned back to take in the nake skunk once again. "So, uh, what do you want me to do?"

"First thing's first," the skunk leaned in close. "The safeword is 'Bedlam'." Winter giggled. Chaly chuckled. The skunk turned and stepped toward the center of the room. "Second, now, this may be a bit odd. I've mentioned that my tastes can be rather specific. So if this is not something you are interested in doing simply say so, and I will have my driver take you home with some generous compensation for your time. But what I'd like you to do," she lowered herself to the floor on all fours. Her tail hoisted high over her backside. The cheeks of her ass hid her pucker from view, but her pussy lips were swollen and clear as day between her legs. Again Winter refrained from rubbing her crotch. "I want you," Chaly said, "to punch my butt."

Winter took a moment to process that. It had not been a sexual kink or fetish she'd ever heard of. In spite of that it didn't seem a particularly far out there. There wasn't really any special equipment required so it was more a wonder that it wasn't a more common kink. Besides, any excuse to make contact with that heavenly skunk arse Winter would happily take.

The cat slipped to her knees. "How hard?" she asked.

"I knew you were special," Chaly remarked. "Start light. Work your way up."

Winter balled her fist. She took careful aim, though the target was delightfully generous. She punched lightly at the right cheek of Chaly's ass.

"Ooh," the skunk moaned. Winter could smell the scent of sex wafting from the skunk's nethers. "Harder." Winter struck slightly harder than before. Drops of juice fell from Chaly's pussy to the floor. Winter hit again and again, each harder than the last. The skunk shivered and moaned at each blow. Winter struck the hardest she had yet, "Bedlam," Chaly cried.

Winter stopped dead. She was confused but a moment before she realized that had been the safeword. "Are you okay?" she asked deeply dreading that she'd caused some harm to the skunk.

"Heh, yes, I'm fine. That last was a bit hard though, particularly given the tenderizing you'd already given me." She shook her leg out. "Still, I think it best if you switch to the other ass cheek. Start slow as you did, and top out a bit less than that last." Chaly braced herself. "Continue."

Winter followed the instructions flawlessly. The skunk soaked in every blow. "Punch me until I cum," she demanded. Winter didn't know if that was possible but she'd heard of people getting off to stranger.

She did not achieve orgasm at the end of that all. Winter's wrist grew sore and she switched hands. Chaly noted this. "We can stop this if you desire. Safety isn't just for me."

Winter was going to protest that it was okay, but the skunk already stood. "How about we switch roles. Would you like to feel something of what I did?"

It had not been the sort of thing Winter imagined herself induling in prior to coming here. However, it was a simple act. And she had enjoyed being on the receiving end of a decent paddling before.

"Uh, sure."

"Well, you're going to have to lose that sexy little number you've got on, first."

Winter took care in disrobing herself of her tattered jeans and t-shirt. When she was buck naked she assumed the position Chaly had minutes prior.

"Now, I am going to give you an assignment. I want you to use the safe word at some point in all of this. Even if you are not feeling uncomfortable. Of course use it if you are, but I want you to use it at least once when you are not."

"Don't you feel that's me testing you?" Winter asked.

"It is practice in using it," Chaly remarked. "Besides, this sort of thing relies on trust, and trust must be built. We just met one another, after all. That trust goes both ways as well. You need to trust me to stop when needed, and I must trust you to say it when you need it." Winter nodded. "Now, are you ready?"

"Yes," the cat said. Then yiped in pleasure as the fist hit her rear.

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Winter aquiesed to the request for the safeword fairly early. Then used it again when she found herself growing tired of the round. She requested a switch to more conventional equipment. Chaly revealed the hidden compartment containing an assortment of paddles. Winter selected one, and Chaly happily smacked the cat's ass with it until Winter could contain herself no more.

Winter rolled to her back and masturbated herself with both hands. She came hard, yowling as she did. The skunk giggled at her. The cat looked at the large moist spot on the carpet at the base of her torso.

"Do not worry about that. I pay good cleaners. This floor has seen far worse than that." She gestured to the sofa. "I think this was a good session. Time for some aftercare."

"You didn't cum," Winter noted.

"Orgasms aren't everything, darling," the skunk assured. They cuddled up on the couch and found their drinks from earlier, now watered down with melted ice. "Care to watch television or play a game." A hidden button on the sofa caused a panel to slide across the way and reveal a very large television.

"What games do you have?"

"Mostly dating and sex games down here. I play a lot of Yiff Factory 8."

"Didn't that get abysmal reviews? Even for a game in a series with that name?"

"Oh, it is awful," Chaly assured with a laugh. "The character creator is endlessly amusing though. And there's an otter bartender background character with two lines who is totally my husbando. Wanna play?"

"Heh, sure."

"I'll freshen up your drink, then. You'll want it for this thing."

Winter laughed. Then thought, "Uh, do you have whisky? I'm not sure I care for the gin."

"Indeed I do." Chaly poured a neat glass of brown liquid for the cat.

Winter sipped peaty burny liquid and moaned a, "much better," at the end.

The game started to boot up and the porny music of the game already had the women giggling at its cringeworthyness.

"So, I trust you have enjoyed yourself so far?" Chalybist asked.

"Oh, yes," the nude cat agreed.

"I am glad. After all I have many, many more games I'd like to play with you."