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Chapter Seven: A Prelude to Participation

When it comes to certain genres, some stories follow certain tropes. The knight in shining armor saves the princess in the fantasy tale. The horror movie characters make bad decisions and end up dead. The two romantic leads end up together by the time the credits roll.

That's why it's oddly cathartic when a writer is able to subvert those tropes while still keeping the story entertaining. The princess saves herself and becomes the hero. The horror characters are able to think on their feet and avoid dying. The two romantics break up and move on but they mature emotionally as individuals because of their shared struggles.

Of course, there are also bad ways to subvert the plot. The writer could neglect to use foreshadowing, risking the possibility of any unforeseen twist to come off as nonsensical. There's also the infamous "it was all a dream" trope. In my opinion, the most annoying is when a story subverts itself, but then reverts back to its typical expectations, making it predictable once again.

Maybe that was why I steeled myself at the sound of Cairo's call. After all, as glad as I was to know that Cairo and Perci had no intention of making me their bitch, there was always that small possibility that tonight's series of events could go right back to exactly what I feared.

The Siamese seductress in question stood proudly in the entryway of the living room, having gained everyone's attention with her siren's call. She held her riding crop in her left hand and the handle of a leash in her right, with the other end of the leash connected to something (or someone) hiding in the hallway.

"You've been taking your punishment quite well, little bear," she complimented the grizzly, still bound in place by her ropes, "I think it's time you've been rewarded for your troubles."

With a small tug on the leash, Cairo commanded Bear's prize to reveal herself to the room. And what a prize it was. On the other end of the leash was none other than Perci, with the tether attached to a purple collar around her neck, adorned with a silver bone-shaped tag engraved with her name.

The T-shirt and skin tight jeans she wore minutes prior had vanished, replaced by beautiful undergarments that were nothing like the plain white bra and briefs she wore the first time I witnessed her undressing. Her bra was made with amethyst purple silk, matching the color of her eyes, with flowery patterns stitched into the cups covering her breasts. A set of matching panties hugged her hips with a waistband decorated with violets in full bloom, interconnected together by their leafy stems.

"Ta-da! A pet for you to play with!" the dominatrix announced as Perci revealed herself, "And I'm going to make sure she takes good care of you."

The feline femme fatale turned to her new plaything, "Isn't that right, pet?"

"Yes, Cairo."

**WHACK**

"Yip!" the pet mewled as Cairo's crop hit her backside, the sound causing me to flinch.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" the feline prodded, poking the toy into Perci's side.

"Yes, Mistress Cairo."

"Much better."

Cairo wrapped an arm around the back of Perci's head and scratched underneath her ear.

"Good girl..." the dominatrix praised as Perci embraced the sensation, shivering as she leaned into her mistress's hand.

It's just part of the act, I reminded myself, the whipping is just part of the act.

"Do you like your gift, little bear?" Cairo asked, pulling away from the poodle and refocusing her attention on the grizzly.

"Yes, it makes me glad. Thank you, mistress," Bear answered.

"You're very welcome," she responded in turn, "Pat?"

"Y-yes, mistress?" I fumbled, still admiring Perci's outfit, caught off-guard by Cairo breaking of the fourth wall of the scene.

"As you can see, Bear's hands are a bit tied up at the moment. Would you like to unwrap his gift for him?" She asked, motioning to Perci.

There it was, the trigger: Would you like to... ? For my first command of the night, I was to undress Perci with my own two hands. And goddamn did I want to... after having so many daydreams about her body, how could I deny myself when given the opportunity?

"Certainly," I obliged, standing up and cautiously making my way towards the two.

My heart beat faster as the distance between us got shorter. With each step, I waited for the sinking sensation in my chest to come and the anxiety to set in again, but it never came.

I stopped once I was within arm's reach of Perci. Looking at her, I couldn't help but notice how her amethyst eyes beamed brightly as her lips curved upward. Whatever apprehension I had before melted away like snow in heat. She really wanted this just as much as I did.

"By the way," Cairo whispered to me, "so you don't get confused, her clasp is in the front."

"Oh, thank you, mistress."

I brought my gaze lower to her chest, fighting my instincts to look away for decency's sake. Of course, this wasn't the time nor place to worry about decency. I brought my hands to the clasp at the center of her bra. As her mistress ordered, I unhooked the clasp in the front of her bra and slowly separated the two cups from one another.

It was a shame that I had to deprive her of such elegant lingerie, especially considering how expensive women's underwear can be. Still, there was a silver lining behind shedding those garments: I know she looks even better wearing absolutely nothing.

And right in front of me was the proof, those beautiful beasts, closer than ever before. I could see the subtle details about her anatomy that I couldn't detect before, like the individual corkscrews in her coat and how their volume gradually thinned the closer they were to the center of her breast, leaving nothing to cover her exposed areolae.

Pulling the cups farther apart, I dragged the straps from off her shoulders. As I released my grasp on the garment, she let it drop from her arms and fall to the floor behind her. I let my gaze linger on the erotic display before me. Like the passionate love-making Teej took part in, I wanted to commit every single carnal detail to memory.

"It's fucking hot, right?" Cairo remarked.

"'Fucking hot' is an understatement, mistress!" I countered.

"Would you like to feel them?"

At the sound of the code phrase, I nearly did a double take, "Really?"

She motioned to Perci in response. Looking to the canine, I could see her with her shoulders tucked back and her chest pressed forward, swaying her body left and right, all with a playful smirk aimed at me. As if I needed any more of an invitation than that.

"Yes," I finally answered, "I believe I would, mistress."

"Then what are you waiting for?" She shot back.

I didn't need to think twice about it. I opened my hands and inched them closer to Perci's breasts until I felt the weight of her bosom in my palms and the tickle of her fur against my fingertips. Stretching out my hands, I dug my digits dug deeper into her fuzzy coat until they touched the warm skin underneath. I gave her bosom a gentle squeeze, causing her breathing to stumble. Her breasts were soft and malleable, yet I found they had a firmness underneath as well. I dragged my fingers along her skin, combing through her curly fur, causing the canine to moan.

Eager to continue, I brought my thumbs to her nipples. I'd heard women's nipples were a lot more sensitive than men's, and I wanted to see for myself. With my other fingers massaging her breasts, I circled my thumbs along her areolae. The act made her draw in a heavy gap of air, twitching as my fingers moved along her. It appeared my hypothesis was correct. I could feel the two fleshy nubs grow hard as pebbles under my thumbs as her erratic breathing persisted.

It was a small phenomenon to say the least. I mean, I'd never touched a woman in such a way before, and yet I had her panting and moaning using only my two hands. And seeing such a gorgeous woman as her behave in such a way, all from my own ministrations on her body, I couldn't help but feel... proud? But how could I feel proud about something so taboo? Was this what it meant to be dominant?

"Damn, pervy bird's got some hands on him," Teej effused, pulling me back to reality.

Guess 'pervy bird' is my nickname now. Another time and place and I might've been offended, but I was having too much fun to care.

"Hate to stop you," Cairo interrupted, pointing to Perci's hips, "but you still have some unwrapping to do."

"Of course, mistress," I obeyed, reluctantly retracting my grasp from the poodle's chest.

I got down on one knee so I could better access the only article of clothing Perci had left. As I reached for the waistband of her panties, a little idea crawled into my head: if Perci was so enthusiastic about having her chest played with, maybe she wouldn't mind if I took my time uncovering her ass.

I rested my hands above her hips before slowly creeping them downwards towards her final garment and snagging the waistband around my smallest fingers, gingerly dragging them down. My fingers hugged every single bit of her body as they slowly lowered the solitary garment off of her waist. Reaching her hips, I snaked my hands to her backside to cop a feel at her firm behind.

"Oh!" she yelped.

Unconsciously, she flexed her lower half, clenching her legs, standing on her toes, and tightening her glutes, making her already toned rear even more fun to toy with. While I was pleased that my deeds were the cause of this reaction, only a second later was there an unfortunate kickback.

"Yellow, yellow, YELLOW!" she panicked.

I immediately left go and looked up to address the situation, only to be met with Perci pinwheeling her arms and teetering dangerously in my direction. I braced myself as swiftly as I could, throwing up my hands before she could collapse atop me. A split second later, I was met with her claws gripping into my shoulders and a strange yet familiar sensation pressing into my hands.

"Oh my God! He caught her by the boobs!" Teej cackled.

Ah, so that's what's in my hands.

"It's like a fucking anime moment!" the raccoon continued to bellow, with laughs from Dwight and Andrew as well.

"Are you okay?" I apologized.

"I'm fine," Perci giggled, "just didn't expect the butt-grab."

Fortunately, Cairo was there to provide Perci some leverage to get upright again.

"Sorry," I apologized, looking down, "I got too adventurous, I guess."

"Oh, no worries! Just because I didn't expect it doesn't mean I didn't like it. Just mention it next time."

Well that's a weight off of my shoulders, both physically and emotionally.

"You green?" She asked me.

"Wait, you want to keep going?"

"Of course I do."

I guess the show must go on, as they say.

"Alright, then. I'm green if you are."

"We're green," she said to Cairo.

"Then get back to it!" she answered, getting back into character, "Pat, I want her unwrapped this instant!"

This time, I didn't dilly-dally. I stuck my thumbs into the sides of her waistband and pulled them all the way down to her feet. Once I let go, Perci quickly stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

For the second time this week, Perci stood naked before me. Thinking about it, even with the collar, her thinner, properly-trimmed coat made her more naked than the first time I watched her undress. Plus, with me still on one knee, my face was only about a foot away from her most sacred of places. Admiring her mons, I had many a sinful thought race through my brain, but chose not to act upon them, lest I wanted Perci to fall upon me again.

I got up on both feet, took a step back, and admired my handiwork. Even after being desensitized by the sight of Bear and Teej stripped and molested, everything about Perci's denuded form still enraptured me: from the purple highlights in her hair and her oversized earrings, to her bright pink areolas uncovered by fur and bare, curvy bottom, which she accentuated with a shake of her hips.

"Perfect," Cairo affirmed, "Now, time to get on all fours."

Willingly, her pet complied, dropping down to her knees, bending forward until her hands reached the floor.

"Like this?"

"Hmm... yes, but-"

**WHACK**

Even with Perci's obedience, Cairo punished her again with her riding crop. As Perci clenched from the sudden rush of pain, her arms gave out leaving herself face down ass up, like was inviting Cairo to hit her even more.

"You forgot to say 'Yes mistress' like a proper submissive!"

"I-I'm sorry!"

**WHACK**

"I'm sorry, what!?"

"I'm sorry, mistress!" she pleaded.

"There it is!" Cairo asserted, "That's what I was looking for."

The dominatrix honored her pet with more rubs and scritches along her back, causing the puppy's tail to wag to and fro.

"Now, time to give the little bear his reward."

As commanded, Perci got back up on all fours and crawled her way over to Bear. Despite being bound in place, the grizzly did his best to spread his legs, allowing Perci access to his erection.

The submissive canine took her time, caressing the bound bear's inner thighs with her muzzle, planting kisses along the way up as she got closer to the thick rod of flesh. She continued the charade with his member, poking it with her snout and letting it bounce and boop her nose. Soon after, she started licking it, giving special attention to the pre-leaking head before finally opening her maw and fitting the whole thing into her mouth.

Bear gasped as Perci worked her way down his shaft. Upon reaching the base of his cock, the dog slowly moved back until it was no longer in her mouth, permitting Bear to catch his breath.

**WHACK**

"I don't recall saying you could spit it out!" scolded Cairo.

"Ah! Sorry, mistress!"

"I don't want his cock leaving your mouth until he cums! Got it?"

"Yes, mistress!" Perci muttered before partaking in the bear's dick once more and going to town on it.

And so she recommenced, bobbing her head up and down on Bear like her life depended on it. Occasionally, she would slow down so she wouldn't choke herself, but she would then redouble her efforts to make the man in her mouth climax. Try as she might, however, Perci let the phallus fall from her lips once again.

**WHACK**

"I thought I told you to keep sucking until he cums!"

"I'm sorry, mistress, but it's starting to-"

**WHACK**

"Don't you complain to me!" Cairo growled.

"Mistress, please! I wasn't complain-"

**WHACK**

"And now you're lying too!" the dominatrix sneered.

Perci opened her mouth to defend herself once more, but quickly shut it, coming to terms with the fact that doing so would only incur her mistress's wrath. Much to my surprise, though, she had yet to mutter any safewords. Maybe the sub treatment isn't as bad as I thought.

"You're being a very disobedient pet. I guess this isn't enough to properly discipline you." she surmised, examining her riding crop before tossing it to the side, "Andrew, where is the paddle?"

"On the kitchen table, with everything else," he replied.

"Perfect," she declared before turning her attention to me, "Pat?"

"Yeah?... I mean, yes mistress?"

"Would you like to go and get it for me?"

I shrugged, "Sure thing, mistress."

"By the way, you don't have to call me mistress if you don't want to," Cairo pointed out as I made my way to the kitchen.

"Eh, why stop now?" I countered.

Looking at the kitchen table, I was met with a variety of bedroom accessories that would likely make even the kinkiest members of the BDSM subculture green with envy: dildos of different sizes and species, ropes of every color of the rainbow, whips, floggers, condoms and dental dams, lubes, anal beads, benwa balls, onaholes, magic wands, handcuffs, collars... you name it, it was definitely there. I don't even know how all of it could fit on a single table, but it did!

And the pièce de résistance, sitting right in the center of everything, was what I was looking for: a paddle, sculpted out of varnished mahogany. It was almost the size of a cricket bat, but thinner. Upon inspection, the initials "TNG" were cased in maplewood lettering along the blade of it.

Picking it up the wooden item, I could feel its weight in my hands. It was like I was a video game character after opening up a hidden chest, obtaining the weapon I need to kill the next boss. All that was missing was the epic background music.

"This paddle?" I inquired, lifting it and showing it Cairo.

"That would be the one!" she answered.

"You sure?" I questioned as I walked back to the scene, "Feels like I could accidentally kill her with this thing."

"Then give it to me and I'll show you how to avoid that."

Following her instructions, I surrendered the paddle to the dominatrix.

"Okay, first off, always strike with the flat end facing the sub," Cairo explained, "You strike her with this thing sideways, she will end up in the hospital, and I will personally hunt you down and kick your ass until you pay every cent of her medical bills. Understand?"

"I understand," I gulped.

"Secondly, this right here is the sweet spot," she continued, putting a hand on Perci between her buttocks and her thighs, guiding her finger along Perci's rear end as she voiced her instructions, "However, since it's your first time, I recommend you aim a bit lower. Hitting the thighs isn't too bad since there's plenty of meat to take the impact, but if you aim too high, you risk hitting her tail or pelvic bone, and that pain isn't fun at all."

"Ouch," I agreed, "So don't aim too high. Got it."

"And finally," she said, handing the paddle back to me, "start off slow. Like you said, it's a heavy fucking paddle, so you definitely want to ease her into it. I mean, I did that a bit with the crop, but still."

"Ease her into it," I nodded, firmly grasping the wooden object in my hands, "Alright, that doesn't sound too hard."

"Good, because Perci spit it out again while I was explaining everything to you,"

**WHACK**

Like a lightning strike, Cairo's open palm came from nowhere and slammed onto the dog's derriere.

"I bet you thought I didn't notice, you cockslut! But you can't hide that from me!" the domme bullied, "Try something like that again I'll make you suck every cock at this goddamn party!"

Unconsciously, I tightened my grip on the weapon of mass domination in my hands, readying myself for self-defense. I knew her anger was just an act, but Cairo is a damn convincing actress.

"Pat?" the cat called, her eyes now fixated on me.

"Yes?" I squeaked.

"The next time Perci lets go of Bear's dick, would you like to punish her?"

Well, it's not like I didn't know how to, thanks to Cairo. Regardless, the thought of actively hurting someone for the sake of pleasure still felt... off. Before I did anything rash, I had to make sure of one important thing...

"Perci," I said, "check-in."

Removing the phallus from her muzzle, she made her color clear.

"Green!"

A small smile formed across my beak hearing her say that. However, that smile quickly evolved into a smirk as a devilish little idea came to mind.

"Good, good," I commented as I lined up the paddle with Perci's sweet spot, "but you might want to put that back in your mouth."

"Huh?"

Without hesitation, I brought the paddle back and landed it right below the girl's buttocks.

**WHACK**

"Mmmph!" she grunted, holding in her moan.

At the same time, a fit of laughter burst out came the couch behind me. Turning around, I found Andrew, Dwight, and a still very nude Teej watching our scene.

"I'm gonna make sure I use that next time. That was gold," Dwight complimented.

"Okay, yeah. That was actually pretty clever," Cairo added.

I couldn't help but feel proud of myself. After all, I was just an amateur, and I already had expert kinksters (at least I assume they were) praising my methods. If I didn't feel ready before, I definitely felt confident in my abilities now.

I turned back and focused my eyes on Perci, who had returned to blowing the bound brown bear before her. Eagerly awaiting my cue, I aligned the paddle with her bum and kept my eyes open for any slip-up in her task.

Not even two minutes later, she gasped, letting Bear's erection bob free from her muzzle. I knew what to do. Winding up my swing, I came down on Perci's rump harder than the first time.

**WHACK**

"Ah, fuck!" Perci swore, clenching her teeth.

Carrying on, she went back to her blowjob and I set my paddle in place behind her for another swing. I was starting to get impatient watching that pretty little mouth of hers. I mean, I was grateful for the job I was assigned, but my arm muscles were aching to get down to it.

"Hold up! What the fuck is that?" Cairo shouted, pulling on the leash and pushing my paddle out of the way to reveal that Perci had inserted two of her fingers into her wet folds, "I didn't say you could do that, you bitch! You thought you could hide that from me!?"

"Sorry, mistre-"

"I! DON'T! CARE! IF! YOU'RE! SORRY!" the dominatrix screamed, punctuating each word with a spank to Perci's rear, "Sorry won't cut it this time! Get those fingers out of your cunt before I break them off in there!"

Unwilling to lose her digits, the submissive poodle complied, snaking her fingers out of herself and placing her hand back on the floor.

"Give her ten strikes, Pat. She's been a real bad girl."

"Oh, shit!" I heard from the peanut gallery behind me.

Even if I didn't want to punish the bad girl, I did not dare to defy the mistress's command. As ordered, I brought my paddle back and slammed it against her upper thighs.

**WHACK**

"Uuuuuuuunf!" howled the submissive bitch.

I did not let her wailing get to me, for I was already winding up another swing before Perci and finished her cry.

**WHACK**

"Mmmmmmmmmph!"

**WHACK**

"Motherf-!"

**WHACK**

"Holy shit!"

**WHACK**

Each strike, I swung harder than the last. And with each strike, she moaned louder than the previous one. She cursed, she cried, and she begged, but she never said any of the safewords. By the time I reached my tenth swing, my upper body had earned themselves a decent workout. Perci's arms and legs were shaking from the beating and her ass was as red as a watermelon underneath her curly, black coat. Even our audience of three was speechless.

"Think she's learned her lesson, mistress?" I asked.

"She better have," Cairo responded, "If she wants to use her hands, she should start with that thing in front of her first."

Taking the hint, Perci weakly lifted one of her hands to Bear's cock and began stroking it. Seconds later, she added her mouth to the process, massaging the head of his dick with her tongue.

Unlike before, she refused to let up. Her stroking hastened, and the poodle encased the entirety of Bear's tip with her lips, sucking it like her life depended on it. Apparently, this was what set off Bear's trigger, as his heavy breathing changed into moaning. Within moments, he raised his head and punctuated his sounds with one final crescendo, before slumping back into place. In turn, Perci removed herself from his groin, now with drops of white leaking from her lips.

"Hot damn," I thought aloud.

Still on all fours, the leashed pet fumbled over to Cairo and swallowed before speaking, "Did I do good, mistress?"

"Your etiquette needs work," the dominatrix noted, petting her sub, "but yes, you did as told."

"Red," Bear interrupted.

"Oh, crap! What's wrong?" Cairo asked in a panic, breaking character.

"Gotta pee."

Looks like the monosyllabic ursid we knew was back to himself. The feline, on the other hand, couldn't help but shake her head.

"...You silly bear," she sighed, undoing the bindings along his body.

"Woo! That was fucking hot!" praised Teej, giving a round of applause, with Andrew and Dwight joining in soon after, albeit not as enthusiastically as the raccoon.

"Amen to that," agreed Andrew, "Bravo!"

While Cairo was still untying Bear, Perci climbed back up onto her two feet and took a bow. Unsure how to act in this situation, I awkwardly followed suit.

"Give it up for the new guy," Perci cheered, motioning to me as I bowed.

"Yay, pervy bird!" Teej whooped again, stirring up a second wave of clapping from the peanut gallery trio.

Eventually, however, the excitement died down. I set the paddle to the side, Dwight and Teej retreated to the kitchen, and Cairo finally freed her captive grizzly, who excused himself to go to the bathroom.

"By the way, don't go anywhere, Pat," Cairo advised, "We still need to do aftercare."

"Aftercare?"

"Yeah, you think we just tie them up and hit them a bunch and then don't do anything to make sure they're okay?"

"I thought that's what the safewords were for."

"She means physically okay, as well as mentally," Perci chimed in, "You did quite a number on my ass, after all."

"Bear should come back from the bathroom with painkillers and skin lotion for us," Cairo assured, "In the meantime, you two cuddle on the couch or something."

Cuddle? Like an after-sex cuddle? I know I just spanked her into oblivion, but it still seemed like a bit of a leap in terms of displaying affection. Then again, after what I put her through, Perci probably deserved a hug at the very least.

It didn't matter, because before I could question it, Perci had taken my hand, dragged me over to the couch, and plopped me down on it. She then delicately sat herself down next to me with her knees towards me and her feet underneath her.

"Hey," she addressed me.

Those violet eyes of hers staring right into mine as she wore that enigmatic smile of hers on her lips. Being so close to her, it should have set off my anxiety. I should have been looking away and stuttering out an excuse to go home...

"Hey," I echoed, "are you... okay? Physically and mentally?"

...But I wasn't.

"A little sore, but I can't complain."

"Sorry about that."

"No, don't be. I enjoyed it. A lot."

"I still don't understand how you enjoyed that," I chuckled.

"I'm sure you could find a few explanations online as to why, but to be honest, I just do."

At last, Bear came out with ibuprofen, lotion, and a first aid kit. Perci grabbed two pills from him, which she quickly gobbled down. While Cairo was checking Bear for any bruises or rope burns under his thick fur, she also snagged the lotion bottle as well and passed it to me.

"But I didn't get beaten," I wondered aloud.

"I know," she replied, extending her naked body over me until she lied belly-down over my lap, "I was hoping you'd get my butt for me."

"OH! ...okay," I awkwardly acknowledged.

My hands moved on their own, opening the bottle and squirting a decent amount into one of my hands. Again, my heart rate should have accelerated to the point that it hurt. Any other day, I'd be stuck in my own head, panicking about the worst possible outcome of whatever scenario I had gotten myself into. But with the amalgamation of emotions running through my brain as I pressed my hand against Perci's rear and spread the lotion across her reddened skin under her coat, there was no fear to me found.

"What about you?" Perci piped up.

"What about me?"

"Are you okay, mentally and physically?"

"Yeah, I'd say so."

"Not freaked out at all about doing BDSM for the first time?"

"I mean, I was a little at first, but..."

"But what?"

"I don't know! Something just... happened... in me."

"Describe it."

"Describe the something?"

"Yeah!"

I rolled my eyes at her challenge, but I nonetheless accepted it. My hand still caressing her, I closed my eyes and dug deep into the last half hour of memories from tonight, doing my best to recall every little bit of my circumstances, corporeal and emotional.

"I remember when Cairo let me touch your body," I opened, "and you were panting and moaning, like you really enjoyed it."

"That's because I did," she interjected.

"I know, but... it was me. I made you feel good. I was making you feel that way, just by touching you! It was like... that feeling at Christmas when a family member opens one of your gifts, and they love it so much, they almost start to cry, and you're so happy that you were able to make them so happy even if it was only for that one moment."

"Huh, never would've put the two side-by-side like that."

"And when I had the paddle, I felt... strong. Like I knew I was doing something brutal and destructive when I was hitting you, but... I-I liked having control," I stated, my voice beginning to falter, "I mean, I'd never want to control somebody outside of a kink scene, but... it was so cathartic! Just feeling in control of things... Honestly, this whole night was flat out crazy, going from ha-having a panic attack to becoming this invincible, w-weapon-wielding juggernaut... I-I think I'm done with your tush."

Perci adjusted her position so that she was straddling my lap. Again, those dark-purple irises stared into my own as she smiled down on me. She brought her hand up to my cheek and brushed away a tear I hadn't even realized left my eye.

"I guess I'm a little crazy, too." I admitted

"Welcome to the club."

At that moment, I had no idea what the hell got into me to make me do what I did, but whatever it was, I just fucking went with it. I grabbed that poodle in front of me, pulled her in, and hugged her like I was never going to see her again. Her coat felt so nice against my face; it made me want to hug her even tighter. Even nicer, though, was the sensation of her returning the hug, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Her body was warm and cuddly. It was a godsend that I got to experience such a phenomenon. I didn't want to let it go.

Without thinking, my hands pressed harder into her back, my fingers trying to latch onto the curls in her coat. Unexpectedly, Perci mirrored my actions, digging her claws into my shoulders. Any pain I felt from it only excited me even more, pushing me even further into her. I moved my hands up and down her back, from the base of her neck to the base of her tail, and everywhere in between. Every inch of her I touched, the heat was equal parts alluring and intoxicating.

I could hear Perci panting, the same way she did when I handled her bosom. Not only that, but my hands sensed her body moving. Lowering my hands down to her lower back, I realized she began gyrating her hips. Holy shit, I was doing it again. I was driving this woman crazy.

Throwing caution to the wind, I lifted my head from her chest, moving one arm up to the back of her head while moving the other down below her waist. Holding her head in my hand, as I grabbed her ass, I guided her muzzle closer to my beak until our mouths met. Immediately, her lips opened and invited me in. My tongue danced alongside hers as she moaned into me.

I thought back to private school, when I had my first girlfriend and how virginal our intimacy was. How we would hold hands. How our kisses mostly involved quick pecks on the cheek or our beaks nuzzling each other. But this was not a quick peck of the cheek or a simple nuzzle of my beak. This was fully embracing each other, with only the two of us to worry about, tongues and hands intertwined with each other like the fates of lovers in stories of grand romance.

"You know, I don't mind you making out with my girlfriend," Andrew butted in, "but I'd prefer it if you had asked first."

And just like that, the real world came back into our visage.

"Sorry," I awkwardly muttered.

"It's okay," he assured me, "I get it; things get heated. Feels good making her feel good, right?"

"Yes," I conceded, "yes it does."

"You can keep going if you want. Hell, go all the way if your heart desires. Just make sure to ask first."

"Wait, all the way?"

"You kind of ruined the moment, Andrew," Perci pointed out, half-laughing.

"Well, maybe someone should have asked before fucking my girlfriend," he mockingly speculated, "That's all I'm saying."

"Woahwoahwoahwoah, hold up! I was not fucking Perci," I made clear.

"Why not? I don't mind," he retorted.

"But... I... Do you want me to fuck your girlfriend?"

"All I'm saying is this," Andrew clarified, "you are at a party filled with people who do not consider sex and kink taboo, you and the most beautiful girl at the party enjoy each other's company, so much so that she was willing to let you strip her completely naked, touch her body, and paddle her, and now she's sitting on your lap after you two just sucked some serious face with each other... The point I'm trying to make is, if you were to simply ask her, I have a feeling she's be more open to any of the more adventurous ideas you might have."

I couldn't argue with his logic. I've done a lot of crazy things with Perci tonight that no other woman would've let me do. As intimidating as the thought of losing one's virginity may be, it's not really much of a stretch considering the itinerary I've gone through this evening. Even so, there's one thing that bothered me...

"Are you suggesting we do it right here and now, in front of everyone? I'm not sure how I feel about that."

"We can go in the TV room if you want," Perci added.

"The TV room?"

"Yeah, the couch is a pullout. We can lock the door and have the room all to ourselves, if you feel better about that."

I opened my mouth prematurely, as I yet to know what exactly I was going to say in response to her offer. Nonetheless, my silence must have spoken volumes to her, for she placed her hands on my shoulders for comfort and looked me in the eyes.

"Look, I admit, Andrew's right. You're good company. You helped make tonight really fun and I'm glad you came, even if you can be a little sheepish sometimes."

"Gee, thanks." I sassed

"So yeah, I wouldn't mind being alone with you, but I'm not saying you have to do this," she reassured, "I told you, nobody's going to pressure you into anything, and I have no intention of going back on my word. You can say yes or no, and I'll be fine with either choice."

Thinking back on the night I've had, despite all the craziness and unexpected shenanigans, from the weed, to the panic attack, to watching them fool around, to actually joining in, I can genuinely say that I've had a hell of a night, and I'd gladly do it all over again without changing a thing. And I never would have experienced tonight if it wasn't the poodle sitting in front of me. So, I decided, then and there, if I was going to do this for the first time, I wanted it to be with her.

"Carpe fucking diem."