# Stories from New Friends - Secret Shames

Author: TikTikKobold
Tags: Arachne, Beetle, Bondage, Cat, Catfolk, Comedy, Dubcon, Feline, Female, Gnome, Human, Insect, Kobold, Male, Masturbation, Mature, Rough, Spider, Spidertaur, Submissive, Tail, Tailsex, Teasing, Tik Tik, Voyeurism, beard, corset, dilf, drider, web

Gimmegee finishes up her story, but Kera isn't willing to tell the others her tale just yet, so Cynwrig begins to tell his. But wait... what is the feline doing with her Tail?

  

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But I imagined it so vividly that it took me an actual moment to realize that, indeed, some man was fondling my breast. I hopped up from my seat and launched a spell at him, sending the pervert against the bookcase. But, to my horror, to my utter despair, it was not some random assaulting curr, but the Dean of m]Magical Studies himself, Professor Ambrose Donovan."  
  
 When he stared at me with those piercing blue eyes, I just had to lower my spell. He dusted off the collar of his open jacket, tugging at the loose collar, which showed the curling silver locks of his barrel chest. “Oh, of course…" I said to him. “A man of your stature must study both magic and physical aptitude to maintain that physique."  
  
 He chuckled and stepped up to me, and the force at which he pulled the dress from my shoulders and lifted me up, pressing me to the wall, it was like magic in its own right. I was under his sway, well, not totally. As his salt-flecked goatee brushed over my neck, his lips finding their way to my skin, I muttered to him “No, professor. This is improper. We can't do this."  
  
 But he continued, undoing my corset with his strong and commanding presence. The rush of air made my core heat up with need, and I knew he would be the one to give me what I wanted.  
  
 As he lowered his trousers and produced his massive tower. Oh, how large it was as it spread my womanhood with no regards to my well being. Ooh, how I cried out, yet no one would come to my aid, and the most horrible, terrible thing of it all, is that deep down, I enjoyed it.  
  
 “And that," Gimmegee says, “is my deepest shame."  
  
 “That Fiend!" Cynwrig says, his fists shaking. “To take advantage of a lady like that. Who does he think he is?"  
  
 “Eh?" Gimmegee blinks.  
  
 “You… you're greatest shame is being raped?" Kera gasps, aghast  
  
 “What? No! I wasn't. He didn't, I…"  
  
 “This injustice certainly shall not be unpunished!" Cynwrig says. “Point me in the direction of this academy, and I shall defeat him soundly."  
  
 “That's not what…" Gimmegee groans  
  
 “But wait…" Kera says. “Why were you wearing lacy undergarments and a corset if you were studying at your school? You weren't wearing anything like that when the Lily Nymph took you. Your underthings were rather drab."  
  
 “Well, that's because…" Gimmegee says, coughing into her hand, stalling for time.  
  
 “He stole your underwear as well!? The monster! I'll fly there post haste!" He opens his wings, buzzing and ready to fly right now.  
  
 “No, numbskull!" Kera says, grabbing one of his antennae. The little bug gasps and falls to his knees, two of his hands going between his knees, biting at his lower lip, his mandibles clacking in overdrive. Kera leans in and says to him. “It's because Gimmegee was embellishing things. That's not something that really happened isn't it?"  
  
 Gimmegee sighs and shrugs. “Yes, you found me out. He wasn't so forceful on me. He was a perfect gentleman." She folds her arms over her chest and huffs, staring off towards the road behind them. “I was just trying to spice things up in my retelling of the story. Everyone gets so picky whenever someone talks about a man taking what they want…"  
  
 Kera lets go of Cynwrig's antenna and plops down next to Tik Tik again.  
  
 “I'm surprised you caught onto my little ruse, though," Gimmegee says. “You nun types are supposed to be not-so-well versed in the desires of the flesh."  
  
  
 Tik Tik grunts, straining to poke Kera with her toe, but with her whole body immobilized, she can hardly rock herself.  
  
 Distracted by the kobold's actions, Kera smiles down to the kobold with a sad sort of look. “I suppose, perhaps, being among the depraved has weighed heavily upon my heart. Even if you did embellish your tale, you did tell it from the heart. Very well, I shall tell my story, but not until I hear what Cynwrig has. Are we in agreement?"  
  
 “Perhaps just a taste to wet the appetite," Gimmegee says.  
  
 Kera shakes her head. “Very well. I shall answer to you one question before you start your own tale, but choose your question wisely, as that will be all you're getting out of me until you tell me your story, and I deem them interesting enough to share my own."  
  
 “No fair!" Gimmegee complains.  
  
 Cynwrig hops up onto his seat. “But… but you said yourself that you are among the depraved. Why hide from us something that would embarrass you in front of others unless our story is sufficient for you?"  
  
 Kera smirks at that, a shiver visible upon her body as she flutters her eyes at the beetle. “Because, my dear friend, it is a sort of perverse joy I get in teasing the two of you. Now then, shall you begin?"  
  
 Gimmegee shoots a glare at Cynwrig, saying “Good job, bug boy. Now, hurry up and tell your story, before we make it to the convent and she gets away with telling us nothing."  
  
 The little beetle stands up “Very well…" he says. “I shall tell you an embarrassing story of my own to diffuse the tension in this conversation. But, where, then, shall I begin? At the very beginning of my quest? To my childhood, or at the start of this most intriguing encounter?"  
  
 Gimmegee writes down some notes, leaving Tik Tik to be the only one to notice Kera's tail as it slides out from her hand and goes behind herself. Tik Tik can then feel it upon her bandaged leg, and though she is injured, the tender skin picks up the feeling a thousandfold. She fights back the urge to say anything or to yelp in the sensation. Despite being not in control, despite not asking for it, the kobold is infinitely curious as to what this shame-speaking catfolk had planned for her.  
  
 “I suppose," Cynwrig says," It could start with my friend, Aarok. You see, he's something you'd probably call a spidertaur."   
  
 In the insectile lands, there are many creatures like me. Bugfolk, I suppose is the term that you use for them. To the people of the world outside, I am an anomaly, I know this, but inside, there are so many beings of so many shapes and sizes and kinds that we don't really notice. How strange would it be to see the kind that is Aarok, who has the bulbous, carapaced body of an arachnid, but an upper body of a young humanoid man. His jet hair washes down his back like a waterfall, and his skin kissed by the sun is a lighter brown that mixes with his blacker carapace in such a harmonious way. The two of us were great friends for the longest time, and even vowed to go on our first quest together when we decided to leave the home.  
  
 And, what adventures we had together, vanquishing foes and collecting gold. People wondered at our exotic appearance, and Aarok grew to have a mighty appreciation for the curious women of the outside lands. From what I could gather, they were enamored by his boyish charm with a mix of wonder at his, to them, unique anatomy.  
  
 “Don't worry, ladies. There's plenty of Aarok to go around," he'd say. Oh, yes, he enjoyed tieing them up in his webs and giving them exactly what they desired."  
  
 I, meanwhile, would often sit on the sidelines, left to hear the sounds of the ruting through makeshift shelters, or even just over a few bushes. Sure, I should have been at guard duty, but after a few wenches were bedded, I decided to actually listen in. That curiosity spread as I felt more desire to know. So one time, I crawled under the brush to see the ritual on display. There, a woman, stripped of all her garments, her entire front body pressed against the ground as his legs and arms pin her down. He leaned over her, breathing heavily upon her ear as he slipped inside of her, his grunts of pleasure and control, the blush on her cheek. All of those things made something stir within me. Have you ever seen something you think you shouldn't, but couldn't turn yourself away? That was me on that day, and I admit to you ladies today that was when I first started to enjoy the sight of others in the act."  
  
  
 “You're a peeping Tom!?" Gimmegee says, recoiling back from him.  
  
 “Wh… no. Just… just with Aarok and his lovers! Never with someone who didn't know!"  
  
 “So, Aarok knew?" Kera asks, her tail flickering between the kobold's legs.  
  
 Tik Tik shudders under her bandages.  
  
 “Well, I mean… not then, he didn't…" he says, trailing off, only to quickly add, “But there was a time he did find out!"  
  
  
 We've traveled to many cities since that first night, and I had become rather skilled at hiding myself. So one day, when he took an eager human woman off to do his thing, I was already waiting, hidden underneath a bush, with my back up against a nice rock. When her dress fell to the side, I rubbed my right antenna—it's my most sensitive one, and rubbed down over my body, getting to the, well, you know, to my maleness. It wasn't the feeling I felt of getting touched that provoked me, but just that way the woman went down in complete submission. I would never be a man like that. I could never treat a lady like that. They are too precious to make into such tools of lust. But Aarok… he did it so easily. He must have loved being the alpha male. That is what I thought at the time, at least.  
  
 He left the girl a groaning mess when he shot his sperm deep into her, leaving her to roll over and stare up blankly in the sky, filled by his lust and spent. I myself waited until that moment to go into full drive. But when he turned his eyes right toward me, I had to stop, frozen, caught cock-handed as he clicked over towards my hiding spot. That's when his voice boomed out, commanding and authoritative. “Did I tell you to stop, Cynwrig?"  
  
 Something new came over me at that point. I rubbed at both of my antennae with much more attention, my eyes squeezed shut as I couldn't bare to know that he was looking at me. Yet, at the same time, my other hands were working at my shaft, eager to please him.  
  
 Though I chose not to look, I knew that Aarok was watching me, scrutinizing my every action, seeing the power he had over me just from his words.  
  
 “Come," he said. That powerful word was enough to make me release, firing off and landing on my own body.  
  
 I lay there, soiled and satisfied, panting as I stared up at my friend and traveling companion, who looked down to me with a superior sort of grin.  
  
 We didn't talk the rest of that day. He had delivered his partner back to her home, still out of it from their excursion. For a moment, I thought maybe she'd react to the little show, but Aarok must have done wonders to her. That left me there, standing before him, a tiny creature compared to his massive frame. He didn't face me at first, but soon turned his head and said, “Cynwrig. I'm no longer satisfied."  
  
 At that point, my breath got caught. When he fully faced me, his shoulders back, his stature tall and proud, I felt myself falling to my knees before him.  
  
 “I need your help."  
  
 “Anything!" I said, falling onto my hands. My antennate twitched, excited to please him, no matter the cost.  
  
 He placed his hand upon my head, rubbing gently as he spoke his deepest desires to me. “I tire of this emptiness from these girls I need something more. Nature calls to me, and it calls me to seek out a mate, a real one. I want you to come with me, to lands beyond our home, to where we can find a suitable mate for me, with whom I can sire children. The spider-taurs back home do not interest me, and the humans cannot satisfy me. I know it is selfish and that it'll be a dangerous quest, but I want you to be there to help me complete it."  
  
 Without thinking, I immediately told him “anywhere for you, my dear, dear friend…"

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